I have been photographing pieces of furniture I’m giving away. Most of my furniture is stuff that friends have passed along, items I’ve found at garage sales, etc. It’s value is certainly not worth moving 770 miles. (Especially after signing the moving estimate yesterday. Yet another Colorado “YAY! Ouch.” moment.)
I asked my friends to send the photos to anyone they may know who wanted these items yet again. There is no point in selling them if someone we know can use them. A colleague of one of my childhood friends sent me an email this morning. She and her boyfriend are building a new home together. They are young and would love my kitchen table and chairs.
This little kitchen table and chairs that was given to me 7 years ago by a friend came with a couple cigarette burns and one shaky leg. The chairs have since been tightened and repaired a handful of times. When I read the email and thought about this table entering a new home, I got a little teary. (The new norm.) My table! The table where I held countless community dinners, sewed Christmas gifts and birthday purses and onesies for seven years, where I worked on my first novel.
If good karma carries forward in objects, I know this furniture is blessed. I cannot count the number of happy post-meal sighs, laughs and toasts I’ve shared. I can only hope the next owners are as fortunate to have so many great memories. (The new Colorado table will be farm style, ideally with a couple benches too. Still great for community dinners, sewing and the such. And still always ready for friends to come over to break bread.)