There are a few pieces of furniture which have been with me for more than a decade. They were with me through the growing pains of middle school. Held my computer and primping tools through high school. They furnished my first apartment and followed me through five post dorm room moves.
As many memories as they hold for me, though, they hold much more for my family. They were pass me downs from my father’s mother and I cherish them dearly. I’ve re-stained the cedar chest and spent a long time pondering what to do with my desk. It needed the most work, but made me the most apprehensive about changing.
I finally made a decision and worked up the courage to start on it, though. Turns out it needed a little more TLC than I had anticipated.
A little wood glue, nails, molding and paint and she looks perfect. Not new, but still worn around the edges, just the way I like. Its not a new piece of furniture and I wanted it to reflect that. I had originally planned to use a darker shade of blue with the white. However, I’m far too fond of the raw natural wood next to that crisp clean white.
Now, she still looks worn, but freshened. Ready to collect some new memories.
Much like I’m feeling about this new year. A little worn out by 2012, but also freshened and prepared for what 2013 has in store. And in case I don’t
see write you until then, Happy New Year. I’ll see you on the flip side.