Why Catfish?

THIS CATFISH HAS ALWAYS BEEN A – SWIMMIN’

From the time I was eight years old bringing home my first piece of salvaged furniture, I was the Catfish. Dragging along a long piece of an old table top from the neighbor’s trash heap, I can hear my mother’s reaction like she was standing next to me.

“JOE! LOOK WHAT SHE HAS NOW. FROM WHOSE TRASH? OH GAWD!”

Well, that became a tea table I used for many years (what I wouldn’t give to have it now!) and it was the beginning of what I am doing today. Catfish Creative Furnishings had been in my heart and head for way too many years before I finally took the plunge.

I DIDN’T WANT TO BE A CATFISH!

Catfish are bottom feeders, for those of you who may not know, and they eat just about anything. They come in all different sizes and colors and live in rivers, ponds and lakes everywhere. They got their name from those big whiskers on their faces (they’re actually organs called barbels) that help them feel for food in the water.

Years ago, at one of my favorite “down and dirty” auctions, an old DC Junk Man I considered one of my auction team buddies said, “You’re like an old’ Catfish…scroungin’ around and comin’ back out. I  never know what you’re gonna find!” Oh boy, did I laugh, and then shared it with a few pals for chuckles. But the nickname stuck.

About a year later as I waited in the carpool line for my boys, a gal I don not even know came up to my window and asked, “Can I ask a Catfish question?” “What on earth is that?” I thought. But I just smiled and said, “Well, sure!” She went on to tell me about her wonderful vintage kitchen table with the old aluminum legs and asked if there was a way to paint them. “Oh,” I thought, “I am the Catfish.”