Ah, with the exception of my sofa, and my bed, and a few shelving units, EVERYTHING is a hand-me-down. I have a round pedestal table that seats four, primarily used to butcher chickens by my great-grandmother. Many cane-backed chairs, and other side chairs. Some from my Grandparents, others from my Dad and Pappaw, from their world travels. Got a camel seat too. My most cherished items are ones I recovered from my Grandparent's house, on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. After Katrina, it no longer exists, but I have a hand painted punch cup (one of 12) and some mirrors that survived, that will always go with me, wherever I might end up. I also acquired some lovely things from my dear Etta (RIP) this year. Two marble topped dressers, a glass fronted bookcase, that was her Mom's at the rural schoolhouse in NC, and a Tom's peanut jar. As well as a few big ole pickle jars. Her dad had a general store.