the last piece of the kitchen falls into place
Aug 14 2005 11:08 PM filed in: zen
& the art of home restoration
At last, a
mere nine and a half months after our "quick"
kitchen remodel began, it's finished. (Pay no
attention to the trim that needs to be touched
up...details, details...)
My grandmother tells me this table is at least seventy-five years old. It belonged to a friend of her family, and she remembers seeing it as a child. I think it was given to my great-aunt, and when she died, my grandmother got it. I remember it sitting at the bottom of the basement stairs for many years, until she gave it to me when I moved in to my first apartment.
It's been living in my office for the last three years - I needed a place to put my fax machine more than I needed a kitchen table. Besides, I had to do something about the awful "antiquing" job my aunt did on the legs years ago.
Two coats of black lacquer later...here it is. And I finally have all the space I need to work in my kitchen.
My grandmother tells me this table is at least seventy-five years old. It belonged to a friend of her family, and she remembers seeing it as a child. I think it was given to my great-aunt, and when she died, my grandmother got it. I remember it sitting at the bottom of the basement stairs for many years, until she gave it to me when I moved in to my first apartment.
It's been living in my office for the last three years - I needed a place to put my fax machine more than I needed a kitchen table. Besides, I had to do something about the awful "antiquing" job my aunt did on the legs years ago.
Two coats of black lacquer later...here it is. And I finally have all the space I need to work in my kitchen.
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