I decided to take on a project.
My dad had two old nightstands; they aren't anything special. They are tired, old, spattered with paint and I love them. He hated to throw things away so he used them for years. At first during college, then in my parents first home, after the family's big move they became a staple in the garage for his tools. Now they sit idle in the basement of our home and have become my obsession.
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This guy could make anything work, let's see if it's genetic.
Circa: 1994 |
My father passed away a few months ago and for some reason these dirty old nightstands are tethered to my memory of him. My dad picked them out years ago and this leads me to believe a part of his spirit, his personality, his beautiful aura is attached to them. I decided he and I would have one more project together. One he started decades before I was born and has left me to finish.
So here is the story of how his treasure and my tears will make the most amazing pieces of furniture I will ever own.