Growing up my Grandfather used to build everything. When I say everything, I really do mean everything.
From the first house they lived in as newlyweds to the stool he made for each one of his grandchildren when he was 92.
My grandfather never graduated from high school, he didn’t make it much past elementary. He achieved his successes in life by learning a trade, a trade in building.
He lived through the great depression, my grandmother sewed and he continued to build. There were no permits back then, you just needed a hammer and some nails.
~Life was simple~
When he was 90 years old he built an addition onto their home, he still didn’t see the need for permits. The city didn’t see it that way.
Prior to my grandfather and father’s passing,
they gave my husband and I some of our very first tools. Tools that we still use, tools that have meaning. My grandparents worked as partners their whole life, they were married 76 years, my grandfather died when he was 102.
I can only hope my grandfather is looking down and is proud of what Ray and I have accomplished working as partners, using his tools.
He taught me so much.
I painted this stool black a few years ago.
Today I decided it needed a little more color for gramps.
I gave it a coat of Annie Sloan Duck Blue.
It’s much more cheerful!
I also just received a new shipment of lavender, you know what that means?
New items coming soon to my shop!
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