A teeny, tiny sneak peek of the glass
Fast-forward to graduate school, my table was on display in a house I shared with friends. Another friend came to visit and laughed when she saw it. She even said something like, What a ridiculous knock-off. . .and something along the lines of poor taste.
So my table continued to grace the living rooms of many rental homes, had a television set miraculously fall off a couch and break the glass, got dinged up some more, and recently became Duke’s favorite chew toy. Okay, he tried to chew it, and I had a fit. At one point I wanted to sell it, but Jon heatedly insisted we hang on to it the way he’s hanging on to that Ikea leather couch like I’m throwing the baby out with the bath water.
I never gave it much thought. I figured that snob was right because she was an architecture and interior design aficionado. She didn’t even peg it as a Kagan-influenced piece. I don’t know why I’m still sore after all these years. Maybe because she was always right, and I was, again, defeated by her presumed intelligence.
Oh, and I could kick myself in the head a thousand times because what my tea mugs and shelter mags have sat on all these years was an original Adrian Pearsall! It makes sense that an Adrian Pearsall would find its way to the Roanoke antique mall since Craft Associates was sold to Lane Furniture in the 1960s, which was located in Alta Vista, Virginia. Who’s the dumbass now? Me for not taking care of my beautiful walnut coffee table, but I have plans to restore it to its former glory.
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While I'm on the subject, Adrian Pearsall's home in Pennsylvania is amazing.