I inherited this dressing table from my grandma a few years ago. Last year I asked my dad to fix it up for me as a Christmas gift. And he did.

 

Seeing it every day brings back a lot of memories of my grandma, how she used to roll up her pantyhose in a very precise way before placing them in the top drawer, how she peeled apples with the knife against her thumb, how she looked so little on that very big bike she rode everywhere. Good memories.

 

Owning a dressing table also makes me feel like I could be in an episode of Dynasty. And as everyone knows, there can never be too many moments in life when to feel like that.