Reclaimed things almost always have what I call winks.... that little nod acknowledging that this is something from a time gone by, and a reminder of it's life before. I like these winks from the past. They provide markers and continuity, and are part of the story of the life cycle of the object. They lend character to a piece, like well earned crow's feet add depth to eyes.
I am also a bit of a perfectionist. This morning I am doing battle with a wink that is too impudent to leave unadressed. I am really pleased with how the buffet in Old Ohcre is turning out! Just one thing is bugging me. One corner of one door drags just slightly when I shut it. So I got out the sand paper. No. Now the rasp. Not so much. It feels like a stubborn, mischevious child. Of course it could just be that the door is solid wood and nearly two inches thick;) Wink. Back to it!
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