You have already met the big brother. It's the credenza that has found its home in our dining room after years of living a Caspar Hauser existence in my grandma's and then my mother's basement.
You think that was a hard life? You have no idea how the little brother was treated! It would seriously have been a case for child services - if something like that existed for furniture!
Are you ready for the before picutre? I can tell you, it's not going to be pretty.
That's him. My newest ward. A fifty-plus-year-old paintjob. Splintering. A serious wood worm condition. When I found him in my grandma's basement next to the potatobox and the gardening supplies, a family of not so itsy-bitsy spiders had kept him company.
So I took him home with me. But I was afraid that he might have a bad influence on our other kids (a.k.a. our wooden kids). So he had to spend another five months in the garage for decontamination purposes. But the stool was already so old that all the wood worms had died of old age.
After taking a closer look at him, I found out that it was actually a transgender stool. He was a she and wanted a pink coat of paint. I don't judge, that's cool with me. So of course I fulfilled his - uhem, her wish.
I sanded her, sanded some more. And then I painted her. Oh, she was pretty now! And since moving into our garden, she has already found a new best friend to keep her company and shelter her from bad weather: our pink garden bench.
So, are you ready to meet her? My Caspar Hauser transgender pink garden stool?
She's still a bit shy and hiding under the ombre crochet afghan. But she's feeling better every day.
Have a great week!