A Little Spit & Polish

I’m a sucker for beat up old tables,
so when this one came up for bid at the auction
for a buck – yep, it came home with me.
It’s got the scrappiest old paint job,
which makes it all the more endearing to me.
And it’s actually a little rolling cart
with great little wheels,
so it was worth the buck.
It’s totally sturdy and was clearly a little work table.
I don’t bother trying to make something
like this pretty.
It would be totally out of character for it.
Instead, I like to just accent all its
work-worn charm.
Just some “spit & polish“.
(Yes, I used that method on my dad’s dress shoes when I was a kid).
Some of my favorite pages from an old dictionary.
Some Valspar Antique Glaze
And he shines up pretty good…
in an old man kind of way!
He’s got a servant’s heart….
He’s rested up & ready for more work.

This old poem seems to fit this old table.  Enjoy!

I’d Rather See a Sermon

I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
I’d rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.

The eye is a better pupil, more willing than the ear;
Fine counsel is confusing, but example is always clear,
And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds,
For to see a good put in action is what everybody needs.
I can soon learn how to do it if you will let me see it done;
I can watch your hand in action, but your tongue too fast may run.

And the lectures you deliver may be very wise and true,
But I’d rather get my lesson by observing what you do.

For I may misunderstand you and the high advice you give,
But there is no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.
When I see a deed of kindness, I am eager to be kind.
When a weaker brother stumbles, and a strong man stands behind
Just to see if he can help him, then the wish grows strong in me
To become as big and thoughtful as I know that friend to be.

And all travelers can witness that the best of guides today
Is not the one who tells them, but the one who shows the way.
One good man teaches many; men believe what they behold;
One deed of kindness noted is worth forty that are told.

Who stands with men of honor learns to hold his honor dear,
For right living speaks a language which to everyone is clear.
Though an able speaker charms me with his eloquence, I say,
I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day.
Edgar A. Guest
May your day be blessed,
with the ability to serve another.

 

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Comments

  1. cool makeover I would have bought that table!

  2. That is so sweet. Love the makeover. $1? really, some people have all the luck.

  3. Great job!!!!

  4. Love the table. That was a steal. I think we have the same tile floors http://etherealpluswhatilove.blogspot.com/2011/09/kitchen-before-and-now.html come check them out

  5. What a cute little table, Angie. You made it look so good and it could become your sidekick for other project as it looks like it will be handy to have around!

    Thanks for linking to Potpourri Friday and helping to make it a success! I appreciate your participation!

  6. Nice table and workable to boot all for a buck. Good deal. Love the idea of using the dictionary pages….W.T.G
    Hugs,
    Ellen

  7. Love what you DID and DID NOT do with this table! You really highlighted it’s charm!

  8. I LOVE the paint job it came with! Way to enhance it! And the poem really touched my heart. Thank you for sharing it!

    PS I have a $50 cash giveaway going on on my blog right now. Come by when you get a chance! 🙂

  9. hey girl! what a fun project! i love it:)

  10. The table was a good find, and your “spit ‘n polish” brought out it’s uniqueness!
    It is great to read that wonderful old poem again!
    Hugs, Maki

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