Morocan table, wood and plywood, sixties- seventies, hand painted, bought in Spain.
I bought this little table in August in Spain, when we were all allowed to travel for a bit. But it took some major effort to get them. Yes them, since I had three of them at first.
I saw them at the first market I went to in Spain. Nice colours, very charming. Exactly the mix between Middle Eastern Mystic and European Practical that makes me come to Andalusia on a buying trip at least twice a year.
Did not buy them then, I did not know what else I would find, if I would ship per pallet or by boxes. To be honest, it was just a bit too early in the trip to make a decision. But they kept popping up in the back of my mind.
Ten days later I see that same dealer at a different market, but still in the possession of those three charming tables. And I can not exactly tell you why but I didn't buy them, I didn't buy them. At night, in my bed I realised I had made a big mistake, a big mistake, huge.
But luckily I had taken down the telephone number of the dealer and in my best gobbledygook, somewhat resembling Spanish, I send him a text. And yes, he still had them and yes he would like to sell them but no he was not in the neighbourhood. He was some 400 km's away.
But we met halfway and I got them and shipped them to the Netherlands (by box if you want to know) The first two sold immediately, the third one did not. Why not you might ask? Because it spend the first months of it's Dutch life in my working room. In a prominent place but very much in the way, on purpose. As a sweet reminder of the lessons he and his companions taught me.
Lesson 1, always listen to your gut feeling. And lesson 2, if you go the extra mile (or 200 miles in this case) because you really really want something, it will usually work out.
But I learned my lesson, so now it is up for sale.
Dimensions: h 48 cm, table top 35 cm x 35 cm.