Some people are visited by what they call "Trash Gods". I have yet to be bestowed by one. I am, however, surrounded by generous people. This beauty was given to me last week and I giggled with excitement all the way home. Oh how I fell in love with this piece. I gently cleaned it with a baby toothbrush and a soft rag. Then I saw it come to life as I rubbed Old English on it. I love the woodwork, the distresses, and the wires. I love that it is well over 100 years old. Now off to find a place for it.