Brassy is a Good Thing..(..Unless You're Talking about My Hair!)

 My mom said she had just the table

to go in my little furniture arrangement

in the living room.

It had been my Great-Aunt Leora's (sister of Leeta Mae from the previous post),

who had left it to my Grandmother Frances

when she died.

When my grandmother died, my mom got the table.

It was in her garage attic until a few days ago.

 The first picture was after I actually cleaned it up...

with rags (a little) water and elbow grease.

Then I went to the store and got the Brasso.

 I took the top of the table out

on my backporch this morning.

It was only about 90 degrees by 9ish...

the day had not even heated up yet.

As you can see, there is a bad spot right in the

middle of the table.

Leora always kept a vase of flowers

on her tables.

I presume it is water damage.

Is there any way to fix that?

 This was after I had barely put

the elbow

into the elbow grease!

With all the intricate carvings,

I had to really work on this table!

 My Great-Aunt Leora got this table

in Egypt.

You can see the Egyptian characters

carved into the entire table.

This was when I had just started

rubbing this area.

 This was after I had really

worked on the same area.

Isn't it beginning to look great?

It has so many different scenes.

It is just the funky piece I need to keep the room

not quite formal,

but fun!

 It now gleams in the light-filled room....

So much so that after I showed my mom,

she thought of the perfect place

SHE

had for it in HER house!

But alas, Cleopatra

and all her friends

are going to stay

right smack dab

in the middle of my living room.

Brassy is a good thing.....unless you're talking about my hair!
I am linking this to Metamorphosis Monday with Susan!