“Are you sure you want to get rid of the table?” asked Col, knowing that I’d taken considerable time to get all the water-damaged broken chipboard and tiles off the top before giving it a new life.
“I’ve had the fun of transforming it and using it. Someone else might enjoy it.” I replied.
So I simply let the table go. But who would want a quirky little side-of-road rubbish retrieval piece, rough and ready, worthy of a garage artist in a grunge way, which just happens to be a very sturdy piece of furniture?
As I unloaded the coffee table at the Salvation Army Depot, a lady working there whisked it out of my hands.
“I’ll take that,” she said, loading it into the back of her four-wheel drive.
“I’m decorating a drop-in centre for teenagers at the local church. It’s going to have an industrial feel with black walls. This will fit perfectly.”
I told her that the top was a photo collage of a series of paintings I’d done.
” Even better, she said. “It’s a talking point!”
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