Not only do I love old (or antique) furniture because of the way it’s built. Craftsmen used quality products to start with, and put thought, effort and time in it because it had to last. In our throw away society it’s hard to imagine that many purchases back in the day were once in a lifetime buys. It had to endure children and children’s children. The time put in it to build the pieces was well worth it. They stood the test of time and even more: lots are still standing.
Another extra is that those older pieces have stories to tell. Not that I know them, but I can imagine. Like the cute small pedestal desk that we found yesterday. The current owner was in a hurry to get rid of it and while loading it on the truck we heard him say under his breath “the junk in the drawers is part of the deal.” I love the style of this most likely birch desk from the fifties or maybe even forties. One side is missing the bottom horizontal frame piece. But I’m sure Jeroen can fix that.
And here I am today, going through the small drawers. A singer manual from 1978 and a buttonholer from 1960. Thread, fabric, Mary Maxim Beads from the sixties (39 cents) curtain hooks, pleat tape. Nothing valuable but it tells a story. In this case I don’t even need imagination. I can see a lady sitting at the desk. All the sewing necessities within hand’s reach. At one time she was a beginner tells the dusty book ‘instant sewing’ but she was quite advanced when she sewed the pleated drapes that I find in the bottom drawer. Oh good, the missing part of the desk is in there too!
Later on, when the children did not want their clothes patched up anymore it freed up time for knitting. In the middle left drawer I find needles and yarn of all kind. The huge plastic knitting needles tell me this was a more recent creative outburst. Seriously! Giant knitting needles? That was on my list of things to try some day! Honestly. This desk must have crossed my path for a reason.