We have three old desks and none of them have their drawers. The drawer is the weakest link probably because it is the only moving part. The desk above was found in an old barn in 1974 when Glenn bought his first house in the foothills of the Ozarks. The sellers were going into a nursing home then. The core of the house he bought was then over a hundred years, so this desk could be really old. I love the tapering of the legs and the different colors applied to that taper (yes, there are two). These legs look like Siamese cats to me.
It has a coat of many colors and like a lot of little tables, ended up in the barn or garage to hold paint cans or something similar. This pair however has a new life on our front porch. Knocking excess paint of easily, they were clear coated with a surface that protects and shines and cleans up easily. It also intensifies the remaining color.
Would love to know who drew these stars!
A family could live on our front porch. A family DID live on our front porch. The magnificent porches found in the Old South which I value highly, were actually a symbol of the poverty and the need to move outdoors in summer to try and deal with the intense heat.
The porch is so big that we have three seating areas. We had Thanksgiving dinner on the porch three years ago (check back to my masthead for the blog and see a partial image of that). Our back porch originally was this big as well: forty feet by eight feet, but a laundry was put in later, reducing its size by one third.