02/28/2026
If a piece of furniture could tell you its story…all the lives it has lived. The homes it has sat in. The vehicles it was transported in. The changing of hands being passed down through generations. Decades of stories, nearly a CENTURY of stories! I imagine the adventures in my head as I work on pieces sometimes. And this piece. THIS PIECE. I could write a book just about the life it lived since sitting in my work shop since October. 🫣 Soon after welcoming it into my shop, I came down with shingles and was out of commission for most of the month. Then in November, our son’s thyroid suddenly shut down and he had to spend the week up at Children’s hospital. Which was then followed by more doctors tests and visits all of December. This cabinet just sat there the whole time, so patiently. Waiting until I could finally pull myself out of full blown depression/burn out. And if I’m being honest, and not at all dramatic: this piece truly brought me back. I had full artistic freedom with this piece, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it from day one. The only thing pushing me to keep going was the vision of it finished in my head. It had waited so long for me to get my p**p in a group and it deserved all of me to restore it. So I gave it. Day by day, more and more, until finishing wasn’t an obstacle, it was once again my purpose. I may have brought this piece back to life, but words cannot even come close to describing how much this piece saved mine.
(Check out the before/after in the comments)
