9th August 2021
We pick up a free dresser that was possibly the worst condition a piece of furniture could get into.
To say it suffered from flood damage was an understatement, Noah could have thrown it from the ark and it would have been in better condition.
We both looked at it as we drove up to the garage where it was stored.
The sun was reflecting off the rippled veneer, the drawers used to be drawers but now were flat pieces of wood. One of the drawer back panels had de-laminated and separated and looked more like the Dead Sea scrolls.
Naturally there was a story behind it, not the one about it coming across on the Mayflower and falling into sea whilst bringing it ashore.
It belonged to grandmother of the lady giving it away, no doubt turning in her grave at the condition. It probably survived world wars and the Great Depression, not the Trump era, the one before that.
It turned out that the lady had bought several things from us in the past, including a bed post that was so tall that they could have been stolen from Twickenham rugby ground.
Anyway she was very complementary about our work and was happy that we were going to do something to it.
We loaded the wreck into the back of the truck and headed home.
I started working on carver chair number two, scraping and sanding until I got bored, then went on to scraping and sanding a top to another dresser top, my life consists of scraping and sanding.
Another Lifetime to go 