24/02/2026
When this little chair arrived at my workshop, it came with history… and secrets.
It once belonged to Andri’s grandfather, which already makes it special. You can always tell when a piece has been part of real family life. It stands differently. It feels grounded.
Then I started sanding.
First layer: black.
Under that? Grey.
Under the grey? Orange.
Yes. Orange.
At that point I felt less like a restorer and more like an archaeologist uncovering previous design decisions from different decades. Every layer was someone’s “This is perfect now.” And the chair just patiently carried them all.
Underneath the color adventures, though, the structure was strong. Solid wood. Thick legs. Proper stance. It just needed care and a little comfort upgrade, so I added new padding to the seat to make it softer and more inviting for the next chapter.
The final black was Andri’s choice, and honestly, it suits it. It gives the chair presence without shouting. It feels timeless. Calm. Confident. Like it knows it has already lived a full life and still has more to give.
There is something beautiful about restoring a piece that once belonged to a grandfather and returning it to the family, not as “old furniture,” but as something renewed and ready for more memories.
Thank you, Andri Pantziara .p, for trusting me with something that carries your family’s story. That kind of trust is never taken lightly. 💕
