the grand repurposing of a wee sideboard – stage 3
:: ran out of staples just one foot in – firmly planted in the make-do mentality so moved straight onto blued tacks and hammer
:: feet, shelves, bricks, drawers – in fabric I had bought with a quilt in mind – Ms. Schmidt’s flea market prints are to perfect a match not to use them for dressing up this old, now glowing sideboard.
:: adore, adore, adore finding notes and glimpses into the previous owners’ pasts – look at this! Did Mrs Olian (not sure if I’ve interpreted the writing correctly) own the sideboard, penned this note for her washing lady and then forgot to pass it on and the note just slipped under her other paperwork and eventually wodge itself into the drawer divider? Or did Mrs. Olian pen this note and pass it on to her washing lady who shoved it into HER sideboard where she kept her money tin and notebook of clients before heading back to the laundry to get out the blue for whitening Mrs. Olian’s pillowslips?
:: oh my! My laundry has just become my favourite room in the house. Not quite finished – brass handles to scrub and polish, three more bricks to cover and another shelf to add, one more inner shelf to cover with fabric and replace (it lives in the middle section which has become our “drinks cabinet”. And I need to wield a skilful chisel and make room for those fabric covered drawers. The millimetres the fabric added are unmeasurable, yet will they shut!?
Last night I must confess to feeling quite overwhelmed and uncomfortable. In the space of one week I had taken on the restoration of two sideboards, and the complete rearrangement of three rooms. The house was in a frightful state. I seemed to be working hard for HOURS and not making any real progress on restoring order. Then, this morning, whilst the thunder roared, lightning flashed and rain pelted, everything all of a sudden came together.
And it was good. Sooooo good. I feel good – :sigh: