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Here is a picture of our new vintage sideboard, purchased just yesterday from the fabulous Woolloongabba Antique Centre.
I keep staring at it, admiring its beauty and fighting the urge to open the drawers just to take in its unique smell – teak mixed with furniture wax with a hint of history.
I don’t think I’ve ever loved an inanimate object this much. I keep sneaking glances at it now, just to try and describe it but I’m lost for words.
When we moved into our new house, I knew the television space called for a large television unit and a vintage sideboard was at the top of my wish list. I searched high and low, new and used and the ones I liked were inevitably thousands of dollars which was just way out of the budget.
I was starting to think our television would be forever positioned atop a black coffee table that we were gifted, on which Mr P fashioned make-shift doors in the name of child-proofing.
But I still dreamed of a vintage sideboard and yesterday when I was starting to really grow tired of looking at that make-shift coffee cabinet we decided, quite spontaneously, to take a jaunt to the antique centre in the vain hope that our luck may be in.
And as it turned out … it was. This cabinet had arrived the day previously, was in our price range and was the size we were looking for.
On Friday, I’d framed a few London Underground prints that I’d had lying around unframed for years and I hadn’t decided where to hang them. But once the new arrival took its position, it was decided that they were made to hang out with the sideboard and keep it company.
Our sideboard is already more than a piece of furnuture – it speaks to me of beauty, patience and serendipity. And most of all, it just makes me happy.