The Tale of Freddy the Console Table
…and how you too can make a new friend from old crap and a cheap IKEA table.
If you want to skip straight to how I made Freddy, then that’s near the bottom of this rather lovely little story. I’m not offended, we’re all busy. Although, I hope you might be intrigued as to why a table gets a name. I always said I would write about interiors and gardens, but melded with stories from my life. This is one of those with a ‘How to’ at the end.
Some years ago, on a dismally wet February morning, the kind where you’d rather pull the bedcovers over your head and pretend the world isn’t turning, I was invited around to my friend Amanda’s house for coffee. Amanda is a rare creature. She has a face that is positively luminescent with features that are wide and hypnotically inviting. Even when she’s in a scathing mood, there’s a little dimple of happiness in the corners of her downturned smile. She radiates hope and it’s contagious. I love to be around her and wish I was much more often than I am.
On this particular morning I was on a quest for validation and assurance and Amanda was exactly the right person with the right energy. I’d come up with a new name for my blog, which had only been going a year, but I was receiving a little of the wrong kind of attention, shall we say, because of its title: mygaybestfriend.com.
It was pretty much what I do now, chatting about interiors and gardens, my latest read, or holiday experience, etc. But some complete strangers on the internet were getting the wrong idea as to what type of website it was and presumed it was the forerunner to OnlyFans!