beginnings

a little dream of mine is slowly but surely coming true...

It started with a "farmer's load" of old tongue and groove pine boards, carefully saved for several years until they could be used.

I would visit them in the back of the barn where they've been covered and stored.

I would pull back the canvas and smell the piney wood scent and rub my hands across the boards and dream of them as they would be someday.
At long last the day came when we were ready. We covered the walls in our downstairs and put in new old pine paneled doors, laid a wide board floor. It's as if I have walked into an entirely different house now.

Even before the last few boards were being laid, I brought in a make-do demilune table that I made from an old table that had only half it's top. I took off the old legs that had seen better days.

My dear daughter in law made legs for me in her wood shop for Christmas last year.

So here it is, all put together with a thin coat of milk paint like frosting on a cake.

Resting on it now, a large wooden bowl, old as the hills and perfectly out of round,

and a hand turned treen candlestick with one of my own beeswax candles.

There's a tin chandelier waiting to be hung and an old rope bed in it's original blue-green milk paint waiting for it's bed hangings to be sewn.
I look forward to the sun going down so that I can light the candles and visit another place in another time right at the bottom of the old stairs.