I am having Emotions™️ about the coffee table I’ve been using to stream.
It’s an ancient thing and I’ve always loved it since I was little. It’s that absolutely atrocious shade of green that was really popular in the 60s (I actually like that color tbh) and that color was chosen to match the other furniture my great grandmother had from working in a furniture store. My great grandfather made the coffee table out of an old school desk. He cut the legs to make it shorter and painted it himself. It ended up in my childhood house with my mom (his granddaughter) for reasons I’m not really clear on but this is one of a few things we still have from him. I also have some glass grapes he made packed away some where. I don’t know a lot about him but I do know he was creative enough to do these things. He died before I was born. My great grandmother was driving a car on a sheer cliff drop and something went wrong with the brake. He took off his seatbelt to try to help her and they went over the edge. She survived with a broken back and chronic health issues from that. He didn’t.
But I’ve kept this table that nobody else in my family really likes. It’s sturdy and good and has useful pockets from having been a school desk. Turns out it’s the exact right size for the clamp on my cheap webcam stand. So I’ve been using it to stream myself painting and recording that. It just feels like continuing a legacy of creativity that’s been in my family, even from people I didn’t get to know and the ones I did. My mom let me have this table when she and my dad moved away because I begged for it. One of the few things she had left from her grandfather and she let me have it because I loved it.
