Mistletoe has always had a fascination with the table in the living room…particularly the hole in the middle of it.
The table itself has a story…it was part of a boat that was finished in lacquer and fitted with anchor chains for legs and the hole was one of the portholes. I managed to score this table at a rummage sale for the princely sum of $15 with the proviso that for that dirt cheap price, I had to schlep that table all the way across the car park in front of the Colonial Drive Walmart in Orlando.
What may not be instantly obvious is how bloody heavy that table is! The anchor chain legs should have been a dead giveaway and the guy who sold the table was definitely smirking thinking there was no way in hell I was going to get it all the way to my car in the oppressive heat and humidity that is the hallmark of Orlando’s weather pretty much most days of the year.
I grabbed the table by two of the legs and hoisted it up on my back and set off and made the journey in one stop. Mind you, it took another 15 minutes before I was able to muster enough strength to hoist it into the boot of my hatchback and make off with it…on the way out past the seller, the look of disbelief on his face was well worth it.
That table has made every move since and is probably my favourite bit of furniture in the entire house. 🙂
Anywho…it’s a very rare time where she doesn’t stick her nose through the hole to try to get at something she could very easily just go *UNDER* the table to retrieve and it is truly fun to watch! But it’s even better to photograph with mad props to Katie for getting the shots of her muzzle sticking through the hole. 🙂
