Restoring Memories
Dear Dungarees,
Every great refinished old piece of furniture holds mysteries, memories, and stories yet to tell. The faint smell of my grandad’s cigarette smoke and my grandma’s furniture polish sleeping in the layers as I sanded. Shadows of laughter, conversation, and life lived present in every grain of wood and veneer.
Once nestled in my mom's childhood home, this table has played many roles in multiple families houses and drifted into ours about 20 years ago. Like an ocean buoy, quietly anchored in the life we built. A silent witness to every big, small, beautiful, hard, precious, holy moment. Mom found a picture of my grandma Arlene’s lovely home in the 60s that captures its charm. In spite of a few decades of Kinsey family life, with some elbow grease, the old gal looks like new.
