Not for the first time, I am going to remind all you good readers – and myself at the same time – that when you see something you like, for goodness sakes buy it. Because if you don’t you’ll regret it.
I know the eternal truth of this maxim perfectly well, and yet I keep stupidly failing to follow it. Case in point: the telephone table.
Maybe longtime readers will recall this post, in which I wondered aloud whether Raymond and I had erred in resisting the temptation to buy a vintage (early ’60s, maybe?) telephone table that was on offer at Kim’s Kollectibles in Madoc – the one that you see at the top of today’s post. I loved what a period piece it was (i.e. the period of my childhood here at the Manse, when many homes – though not ours – boasted such a convenience), but I told myself (as did Raymond) that there was no room for it in the Manse’s kitchen, that it was a little too kitschy, etc. etc.
Foodlishness. All foolishness. I should have bought it. Because what do I do now when I have a conversation on our lovely red vintage dial-phone land line at the Manse? This:
This is makeshift, people! And I wouldn’t have to be making shift if I could just plunk that hot-line red phone onto the table part of a telephone table, and my own rear end down in the conveniently attached chair. What was I thinking when I let it slip away? (Oh, and did I mention that it was only $20?)
Ah, but there’s more. Having realized early on in our full-time habitation of the Manse that I should have bought that telephone table last March, I’ve kind of been keeping an eye out for telephone tables recently. And what should cross my field of vision just a few days ago? Why, this absolutely gorgeous one – not kitschy at all, if you ask me:
It was on offer from an outfit called Du Design, Du Retro et du Kitsch, a store on Sainte Catherine Street East in Montreal that I discovered (via its Facebook page) thanks to Raymond’s daughter Dominique, who has excellent taste and a liking for vintage. It was made of teak, beautifully restored, and was $250. I thought about it, but not hard enough and not quickly enough; it was snapped up just a little over an hour after the photo was posted.
So I am still telephone-table-free. But I would like to think that, having let not one but two such beauties slip by, I will not make the same mistake again. Stay tuned.