Look What Followed Me Home

I'm a sucker for one-drawer stands.
Which are not at all the same as one-night stands.

This morning, early, when the temperature
outside had already reached 88 degrees and the sun
was blazing hot, this little darling came to roost:

I spotted her on Craigslist, and thought, "Oh my!  That's the real deal."

Not many ladies would think it a great compliment to be called

really old, but among one-drawer stands, it is high praise.

I met the seller outside of Macy's this morning, and when he took

the table out of his truck I was disappointed.

She looked too new, too youthful, too perfect to be the real deal.

But for $35, I figured I would buy her anyway, as she

seemed to be a really good quality reproduction,

and I could just tuck her into a quiet corner somewhere.

Then I got her home.

And got a closer look.

 Up close and personal, peeking inside her drawer

(not the same as peeking into her drawers),

I found hand planing, signs of use and wear, and other giveaways.

She is indeed really old,

 with just a little too much surface refinishing for her own good.

You know how it is, gals.

As we age, we need to dial back the makeup a bit.

So, instead of hiding her in an obscure corner here at

That Old House, she's heading for the glamorous life

at the Somerville booth.

She won't even get into the house.

Have you met our fierce guard bunny?

Question:  Why do weeds flourish in droughts?

The annuals and perennials are near death's door, and the weeds

are whooping it up.  What a revolting development this is!  -- Cass