It's heavy, not adjustable (height), rather wobbly and has it's very own special sound when used. But it's a very special to me. I belonged to my late mother and I remember it's sound from my early childhood. I know I could have a far better lightweight, adjustable and wider one, but I can't bear to replace it. This summer, I stripped it from all the strange layers of old towels that had been covering it and making it "soft" under the final metallic cover.
I'm sure it's made by a woodworker in the town, where my mother lived when she married. It's clearly handmade. I know my attachment to it is sentimental and in now way rational, but I find i so beautiful. I even considered to keep it naked as decoration, but decided against it and dressed it up again and am using it for it's original purpose.
....... someone seems to have forgotten an iron on it. Auch!