A New Beginning

Suddenly the scratches on the desk top became more interesting. One was definitely a J, carved in a uniuqe, chaotic font, a remnant of a previous owner, some previous life this desk had had. Several perfect circular stains, one only 2 centimetres in diameter, varnish blisters breaking through, lineal and irregular scrapes, deliberate and accidental, all blotted the surface.

Slightly oxidised brass corner brackets held the form perfectly, preventing the edges from becoming frayed. Two 35 centimeter drawers, sporting rectangular hinged handles of the same worn brass, groaned as they opened and closed. They once slid in easily but now resisted, like an elderly person being forced to do something their body had long before ceased to have the ability to do. The musty smell from within also betrayed the table’s age.

When he picked the desk up at the junk shop the woman told him he could easily restore it. Restore it? You have to be joking.

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10 Comments Add yours

  1. levishedated says:

    Hi – I love the feel of this piece. It impacts on several senses at the same time, which is something I’ve yet to master and it definitely makes me want to know more about the desk and the new owner. Is this part of a larger piece of work?

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    1. alsabini says:

      Thank you for taking the time. This was my first ever post. After creating my blog and wondering how to start I looked at my desk and my desk looked at me. I don’t think it’ll make it into a larger piece of work but you never know. 🙂

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      1. levishedated says:

        I love the way you say that: “I looked at my desk and my desk looked at me.”

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  2. Orpha says:

    Sounds a tiny bit like my kitchen table. It has many scratches and scars and I love it just the way it is.

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    1. alsabini says:

      warts and all. 😉

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  3. levishedated says:

    I’m with you – restoring it would be akin to desecration! Love the picture of the tree by the way – one of your own shots?

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    1. alsabini says:

      All my own shots. I find Olive trees so beautiful, they look so tortured but manage to keep going, ageing and producing wonderful fruits. Old trees are the real chroniclers of time. 🙂

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      1. levishedated says:

        I sometimes feel the same about old people. Some faces have just got so much character that it makes you want to know more about them and the kinds of experiences that contributed to those lines.

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      2. alsabini says:

        Absoluetly. I think there’s beauty in the ravages of life. I don’t get older people who have surgery to look young, it’s conning everyone.

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      3. levishedated says:

        True – so true. I wish I could stop feeling nervous about getting old myself though. I feel that I appreciate myself enough, but I wonder if other people will still appreciate me when I get older.

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