This little beauty has been in my mother’s dining room since I can remember and, yesterday, she let me have it (with the stipulation that I would not “repurpose” it or paint). Sidenote: please ignore my awful table. I don’t really respect the surface of this table; ergo; it looks awful from paint, glue, and marker remnants.
This belonged to my great grandmother on my dad’s side and it had lots of vintage goodies in it like vintage lace, ribbon from where my dad’s name was sewn into his clothes, vintage buttons. It was so exciting to go through it all.