About 6 years ago, this kind man came into my owner’s life. There was something different about him; something that set him apart from the other men she had known. Not only was he kind, but he seemed to care about everything in her life….even me.
I was created in the 1940’s, by some local furniture manufacturer in the Midwest. I’m boxy-looking, but have gentle curves in all of the right places. My curves flow softly downwards, like a miniature water fall, except at the very bottom. At this point, my curves come upwards, such as water splashing. I am a mixture of different shades of color: brown, red and yellow. I have some nice bling on the ends of my handles, as well. I’m elegant looking, but definitely not gaudy. To this day, I am as sturdy as the day that I was made.
My previous owner had taken care of me for many years. I was loved and cared for. I was of good service for decades. At some point in time, someone decided that I needed a makeover. Who, in their right mind, thought that painting me a “titty” pink was a brilliant idea? Why would you want to hide something beautiful? I just don’t understand people sometimes.
After she passed, I was handed down to her grand-daughter, my current owner. I continued to provide the same good service for her. Over the years, I wasn’t treated quite as well, but not disrespected, until this man came into our lives. Not only did he show her all that she was missing in her life, but he was able to show her what beauty she had around her. My owner began to see me in a new light. Together, they did some research on me and found some information. Silly people. All they had to do was ask, and I would have told them everything.
Over the last couple of years, he has slowly peeled away the “titty” pink paint. He has buffed me up (I think he called it “sanding”), rubbed me down with oils and topped it off with a nice shiny finish. I even have my bling back. I know he isn’t finished with me yet, but I really wish he would hurry. So does my owner. She cares for me so much more now. We are both grateful that this man has come into our lives.
So You Think Yer a Woodworker? 