Our vintage trestle table has cheered me up no end in the last day or so. I'm sure it's helped to banish my sore throat and cough. About time too - arriving uninvited and staying around for two weeks is just rude if you ask
I drank my first cuppa sitting at it this morning. It felt very good in the sunshine.
Yesterday the first meal was eaten around it. The girls and I (and a small friend) had made a kind of mini cafe, complete with lighted lantern.
Apparently it was made in the fifties. I like to think it was used in a village hall, although its seen some decorating action too - there are splashes of paint here and there.
The surface is so worn and smooth. At first I thought I might paint it but the wood grain is too lovely.
It's a good table. We're hoping for fun times round it this Spring and summer.
Edited to add: Another thing that's perked me up is firing and polishing this commissioned rose pendant just now - a present for a thirtieth birthday.