Work Table |
The work table itself was my grandma's kitchen table, medium size with a drawer and a white enamel top. I remember well having huge bowls of porridge when we had sleep overs. I remember my grandpa having a coffee before my dad would come pick him up and they would go to work together while my sister and I stayed. Grandma's house was quiet, I remember. And days were spent with colouring books and walks.
Now the table sees my work again, so many years later.
Love the continuity. And the things you remember that I don't.
ReplyDeleteO, I remember lots more and I'm sure you can too.
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