Rebirth. Is that a weird thing to start with? I mean, it’s not birth. I’m not talking about babies. And I love babies. They are squishy, and they are cute, and they smile with great abandon. They cry with great abandon, and I find I like that, too, cause they go all in. But I’m not talking about birth.
I’m talking about taking something old and making it new again. It’s a beautiful concept, right? Well, I particularly like old furniture, and I like taking that old furniture, with its scratches and water damage, and cracks, and worn out paint, and making it beautiful again. Hopefully.
What does this have to do with Noah? Well, I can ask him if he likes it, and he will look at it and give me a huge affirmative. He’s not wrong, it does look better. But he loves me, and things that make me happy and excited make him happy and excited. And that’s pretty darn cool to have that built into your life.
So, here’s some pictures of a recent project that I have been talking about doing for years. Taking my grandmother’s old oak table and buffet and making them beautiful again has given me a lot of joy.
I still have to recover the chairs. Hopefully that won’t take me so many years of talking about it.
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