This is proof positive that a little bit of T-Byrd has rubbed off on me.  Now that I am getting older I am beginning to have to buy furniture.  Until a few years ago, I relied solely on hand-me-downs.  Whether it was my uncles mattress, my mom’s couches, grandmother’s spare bedroom chest of  drawers, etc.  My entire place was furnished by crap other people no longer wanted.  Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for their generosity.  It’s just, now I am 32 and bit by bit i am stocking my place with my own stuff.  Here’s where I go T-Byrd on you.

Every single peice of furniture that was given to me, I have either donated or thrown away.  Except for one.  My MeMe’s coffee table set.  MeMe was my great-grandmother.  She is possibly the one person that loved me more than, well, me…  She died back in 2000 or 2001 at 94 years.  Well, she had these wierd tables in her formal living room.  They were one of a kind and you wont find another set like them.  Only thing is, THEY ARE UGGO.  So, I wanted them.  They are these little Persian looking dudes sitting down holding up the glass top with their head and hands.  I displayed them for years, but now they are just in the way.

I just cant bring myself to throw them out.  Only because they were MeMe’s?  I haven’t ever thought twice about chucking other crap.  These, in a way, are more than “just tables” which I would have said before I met Terry.  She is making me soft, I think.

Just curious if anyone has ever had to toss something with sentimental value.  I don’t want to, but I think it is time. 

Just for giggles, I posted a pic of one of the end tables.  This is 1 part of set of 3.  2 end tables and a coffee table.