|Project by RajinCajun||posted 07-18-2009 06:32 PM||1811 views||0 times favorited||6 comments|
I don’t like restoration or refinishing, but this was an exception.
My brother’s house was flooded by Katrina. After the waters receded, I went to help gut the house and rebuild. There was only one piece of furniture worth any concern, and that was a chiffarobe from my grandmother’s house.
I drug it outside to examine it; it looked hopeless, having spent 2 weeks underwater. creepy crawlers coming out of it…mold. It was falling apart as I moved it. The BEST piece was the door, which is the first picture.
I was just about to kick the pieces to the junk heap when I spotted handwriting on what was a back panel. It was my father’s initials and a date (6-3-25), obviously written by him at age 8. CRAP, now I HAD to restore it.
I took every joint apart right there in the street (remember, this was 1 month post Katrina so the streets were deserted) and sprayed it with bug killer and disinfectant. Loaded it up and took it home (southwest LA, out of the storm damage area). Then came Rita! We survived, but the rest of the year was devoted to recovery and rebuilding.
I had to cut off an inch or two here and there where wood-rot had taken over. The mirror on the door was broken. I added as little non-original wood as I could. The entire frame and drawer fronts were saved. The side panels had to be copied.
I know its not of any value as an antique, as too much is not original. But it is a family heirloom, and made with enough expertise in the jointery that its ready for another 100 years of use.
-- Its a HOBBY...I already have a job.