You go to a salvaged wood lot and look at all the used second hand wood. Slip your hand over abused, rusted pieces of forgotten materials picked up and thrown together into a pile. A dark piece catches your eye. You stop. Walk over and look a little harder at what you realize is a door. It’s lovely, and antique, somewhat oblong, yet elegant, a dark rich mahogany color with the old door handle still attached. You pick up the door and hold it; it’s not too heavy, not too rough, only slightly used and that gives the wood charm. You see so much potential in it, how can you not buy?
A few days later, you’re back to buy the door you now see in your home in your imagination. At the warehouse they’ve misplaced the piece and the worry over the almost-but-not-forgotten door actually being lost makes you sweat. After 45 agonizing minutes they find her, your door, and the match made in heaven is finalized as you pick up the new addition and, loading her into your borrowed car, you move her to her new home.
For weeks you get to know her. How sturdy is this door? She’s a great companion for dinners as you quickly learn she’ll hold your food and create a wonderful atmosphere for dining with family and friends. She’s still rough around the edges, and needs a bit of caressing, but the place you’ll put her and what she can do once she’s there makes you excited. That door will achieve so much!
You buy carefully picked out and researched legs, sturdy 4×4’s that go underneath as well as polish and stain to make her a deep rich brown. For days you work, adjusting, fixing, drilling, painting, staining, cleaning, and loving.
Then, after all that work: she’s ready. The table that was once one of a million in a pile of doors is now a masterpiece. Created with the hands of a dedicated dreamer, sanded and polished into a beauty: a centerpiece of a room is erected. Indeed, she’s so lovely that at first glance you may never had known she was a door to begin with, but was, all her life, a beautiful table, a sturdy support for dinners and visitors for time unknown.
November 8, 2013 at 12:15 am by Natalie Allen