Table, Anyone?



© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved


Life is an ever-changing kaleidoscope, and for most of us women our first colorful formatting began months before birth. That phase was the preparation of a cute little nursery containing a changing-table. We don’t remember but have seen photos and heard stories about that table. It was loaded with all the gotta haves:  drawers stuffed with wash cloths, receiving blankets, undershirts, nightgowns, bibs and tons of diapers. The top was the cleanup and/or changing area, cluttered with jars of baby oil, baby powder, wipes, cotton swabs, baby lotion and the tiny comb and brush.


Quickly outgrowing that scene, we shifted into the bright “I’m Mommy’s big girl now” table, strewn with Barbie dolls, stuffed dolls, dolls that walked & talked, dancing dolls, crying dolls, doll clothes of every sort and color, crayons and colored pencils, paper doll cut-outs, coloring books, little reading books and an over-sized doll house for little people in-residence… for a while.


Having held a bye bye rummage sale for our doll collection, we splished and splashed into teen hood with a vanity table, full mirror, racks of lipsticks, drawers of powder makeup, liquid makeup, mascara of sexy black shades, jars of Noxzema face cream and acne preparations, perfumes, the latest deodorants, photos of boyfriends taped on the glass sealed with a kiss of the reddest lipstick we could find, a hand mirror with a flip zoom lens to get those close-up shots of the back of our fancy hairdos, and the ever-present bobby pins and hair clips to control the stray unmanageable hairs.



A few years after high school graduation, the sparkling vanity table lost its luster due to the addition of a brilliant husband and vibrant children. We parted easily with the radiating frills of yesteryear to concentrate on family. The table now spun a different scene, and the old photos were long gone along with the acne preps. Maybe the two were connected in some way? Hair curlers, perm rods, scarves and lots of hair products played their parts now: sprays, softeners, firmers, high lighters and ultra-controllers. With a growing family, we had less time to color at the table. Family was our main priority and love.


The middle-age vanity table made its entrance years later with a slowing down of the sparkling revolutions. Crisp, clean crocheted table scarves and miniature lamps with smokestack looking shades replaced the “shake rattle and roll” scene. A tabletop makeup mirror was added to enable the user to repair damaged areas due to the aging process. Makeup flavors were fewer now; we were done with the experimental stages and settled in with our favorites. Less time was spent sitting in front of the table as we became enraptured with soap operas, chatting with friends on the phone, or baking new recipes in our spic-and-span kitchens. What a ride we had had; what brilliant, beautiful scenes of life we experienced.


Where did the pretty lights go? One day we waken in bed to a small bedside table holding a glass of water, 6 bottles of prescription medicines, two or three cough drops, a cell phone, a TV remote, a small flashlight and one of the old miniature vanity table lamps. My, how time has changed things!


16 comments on “Table, Anyone?

  1. What a fantastic introspective post! A favorite ! Hoping you’ve been doing well & peaceful friend ~ Blessings ~Debbie

  2. Fantastic! Awesome! Wonderful work!

    Wing His Words,

    • Thank you so much for your support, Pam! Love your blog, especially with your uniquely created devotionals. Your exposure in the public arena of radio is a huge plus for your testimonial effects. Blessings, Sis! Love you! Keep zinging those Words!

  3. Jayne says:

    What a great way to look at all the “seasons” of our lives. How quickly each one goes by. As I read it, I could see all my old tables in my life and the stuff that was on them. And I couldn’t help but think of how we all get a chance to relive some of our past through the next generation. Bless you for the memories.

  4. What a wonderful chronological expression of our lives…I amat the water glass and six prescription stage…what I call the winter of my life, I would not be here but for the grace and mercy of our Lord.
    God Bless you and keep you!!!

  5. Jeanne – This may be one of your best. You’ve captured the intimate details of a woman’s life from birth to death. However, I’m waiting for you to place God in her life. Having read your blogs for a little over a year now, I can assume you and I know God is in her life , we wouldn’t have it any other way.

    • You have a good point, for this post. However, you shouldn’t have to assume in most of my past articles that God is in my life. God forbid! I live, breathe, exist because of His presence within me. Shalom, my sweet sister. 🙂

  6. Our natural transition is the story of our life, unfolding through time, phases and growth. What’s to say it’s not so much the paper upon that our journey is scratch out to read…but the Author who pens the story of the character…to show His glory and unfailing love. It reminds me of the scripture in Proverbs 16:31…”Gray hair is a crown of SPLENDOR, it is attained by a righteous life!

    Bless you, Jeanne for such an awesome pictorial…Zoey

  7. You have captured life’s stages in a most charming, yet sad, way. I loved reading this post with tears in eyes.

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