Well, this is what I bought:
A square occasional table with beautiful turned legs, unusual wavy spreaders, and a pronounced spindle where the spreaders meet.
It was love at first sight. I actually stopped walking and took a sharp breath inward when I spied this beauty. It's from the 1860s, American made, of unknown history, but what a looker!
And when he told me the price--which included rehabbing it and restaining it, all I could blurt out was YESthankyouverymuchpleasepleaseYESNOW!
It was dry, rickety, and needed some TLC, so I asked the magicians there to give it a darker color and then throw a faint wash of gray over it, and this is how it turned out:
Oh, how I love these wavy lines:
And the prominent spindle is eye-grabbing:
I love how the table looks against our floors:
The underside of the table is full of mystery. What are all those shadows of rectangles? The old nail holes? What is this table's history?
I don't know, and the table's not telling. But I'm thrilled to have it in the family.