This is a story about love. (It is Valentine's Day, isn't it? So I can use the word "love" in abundance here ... and for a good reason!) My love of reusing, repurposing, salvaging - or whatever term you like to use. The love of giving old things a new life, instead of discarding them and piling them up into our overflowing landfills.
This story begins when my friend Marco, one of the best advocates for the repurposing philosophy, noticed two bedside tables next to a trash bin, stopped his car, and inspected them. Although outdated in style, they were in perfectly good conditions (why throw them away in the first place then? Why not give them away or take them to the second hand shop?). He picked them up, and asked around if anyone could use them.
We don't have bedside tables, so I took them. They weren't exactly to my taste, but I could see that something could be done to improve them. But what, exactly? I'm not very good at visualizing how something will look after a makeover. For starters, though, I sanded them down, and then waited for inspiration.
It came the other day, when I was in a waiting room leafing through a French magazine filled with gorgeous French country homes with light blue-gray window frames matching blue-gray antique furniture.
Now, in our Italian country home, we have two blue-gray salvaged "antique" bedside tables. And I love them.