Before I was born, my mum purchased an ornate french style table which sat at the entrance to our small suburban home. It had a gold curved base and a thick marble top and it weighed about a million kilos (at least to me it did as a small child). Above it hung
this mirror which my mum gave to me to place in my studio and I think the two were bought as a set together.
I remember feeling very grand and 'posh' walking into our home. Like a princess. These memories came back to me yesterday when I saw this marble top table even though the styles are very different. It is funny what things remind us of isn't it? I wonder where that old table is now.
(This side table is from here)
