Blessings in all shapes and sizes

The older I get, I realize that blessings can come in all forms. Almost 2 years ago, I was blessed by finding the exact kind of dining room chairs (5 of them) I had been wanting (but couldn't afford my own taste and quality) for a little more than one would have cost. Also, while waiting to close the deal on the chairs, I noticed a very pretty love seat that had a price tag of $150 on it. After questioning the salespeople, I discovered that not only was the love seat $150 but the price included the huge overstuffed matching couch with a gazillon accent pillows. The final bill was less than $350!

Today, I'm heading to the dining room to clean out my clutter so that my dear husband, Rosy, can paint tomorrow.

The blessings in dining room:
1. I am now the proud owner of my mom and dad's round oak 'kitchen' table (found in a junk store and was painted with black lacquer) which was the anchor in our home for as long as I can remember. Many delicious meals were served and shared at that table along with holidays celebrated, homework prepared, vacations mapped, checks written for bills, laundry folded, coffee and tea sipped, and important family decisions made around that very table. It has seen spills, tears and heard laughter.

2.I'll be moving the tea cart from the front porch to the dining room after the painting is completed. The tea cart is a rescue job from Colonel Smith's garbage (circa 1960's). We were on a Sunday afternoon ride and as we passed his house, Dad spotted some things of interest poking out of his garbage can. He pulled the car over, gathered the pitched out pieces, took them home, expertly put them together and surprise.....a lovely tea cart that had wheels that actually rolled!

3. I will be adding several other 'things' that I have inherited from my mom and dad's home before the dining room is 'finished'.

Some folks may call it trash, junk and wouldn't have it near their fancy homes. Only the new- smelling-fresh- from -the- factory furniture is right for them. But for me, the patina, scratches and memories of these pieces of plunder are the perfect items for our humble abode. I just hope that Maggie will one day understand and realize the beauty that lies within them and pass them on to her children so they will be blessed in a small way.