Two posts from me in one day. I. KNOW. Don’t get used to it because this is probably as common as seeing a shooting star in Tokyo.
I wasn’t planning on deconstructing a barrel today. One minute, I was headed out to paddleboard and stopped to stare at this lopsided old barrel, sitting all alone on the front porch, wondering what I was going to do with it, and before I knew it, the whole thing was lying in twenty or so pieces in front of me. I couldn’t just leave it there. Paddleboarding would have to wait.
The barrel didn’t have a chance to remain a barrel. I bought it from a friend recently, but the poor barrel was already all wonky when I inherited it. It listed to the side. It wasn’t a wine or whiskey barrel; the staves are thinner and not as seasoned as one of those. I was hesitant to use it as a piece of furniture because I wasn’t sure its weight limit.
But then. THEN. It started morphing into an Adirondack chair. (I thought it was going to be a table. Don’t ask me how it became a chair, because I don’t really know my thought process on that one. I blame Pandora playing some lousy music today and totally distracting me.) And then it got a left-handed wine holder. And the entire barrel was used for the one chair, minus the lid, one stave, and three rings.
I love it so much, it’s staying on my front porch. I pretty much knew I couldn’t part with it by the time I jigsawed the lefty holder without so much as a second thought. The wonky barrel chair was perfect for me. I get attached to each item I create, so much so that it’s often hard to sell pieces because I want to hoard them all. In some cases, Chris is prying my fingers off of a table or pallet rack while I’m pouting like a child. That’s why it’s so exciting to see a customer love an item. I know it’s going to a good home then. And it makes parting with it much, much easier.
Soooo…all this to say that the barrel chair isn’t for sale. But if you bring me a barrel, I’d be happy to make a wonky barrel chair just for you.