Eat me, Drink me, side table

This little table belonged to my great grand-mother. She had gotten it for her wedding somewhere in the 1930's.
It has been passed on to our mum and then to me, broken into parts and I recreated the missing parts with clay.  Painted it with whimsycal love, because my nan, she seemed to be this posh woman from an army general, but inside of her, she was eccentric and strange. Some genes don't get wasted!