this fall we decided to have a yard sale. i know i've mentioned the hoarding tendencies of my parents, but my dad also knows antiques. the following is an example of how those two traits sometimes come together and make magic. i had seen this old trunk down at their house, amidst the rubble, and fell in love with it. turns out he spent a lot of time completely refinishing the outside. when he caught wind of our yard sale, he decided to put up a few tables with us and out came the trunk. i assumed it would have a pretty high price tag. he carefully put it in its spot at the sale and it was the first item to be inquired about. when i heard him tell a woman it was 25 dollars i tried not to panic, held my breath while she debated and as soon as she turned her back on it, i dragged it into the garage and shut the door. done and done.
as you can see, the inside needed a lot of work. these pictures were taken after an hour of picking and peeling off old wallpaper. from there it went to tiny bits of soapy water and scrapping, scrapping, scrapping::
big b noticed i was getting serious and offered to line the bottom with some cedar planks he had on hand! he also picked up some new sanding discs for the sander. a few blisters later::
then he made a little shelf that i could lift out::
my dream realized! i've always been secretly envious of girls that have those beautiful hope chests passed down to them. both of my grandmothers seemed like hope chest kind of people. i don't know what happened. this trunk makes up for it all! it even came with the original little key! where was this thing in highschool?::
if only it hadn't filled up so fast::
but thats what its for, right??
