Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Painting Furniture and Remembering Grandpa

One year for Christmas, my precious grandfather made my cousin and I toyboxes.  They are over 40 years old and made of real wood.  The original color is still on the inside.  I could never bring myself to cover it.  It was last painted when I was a teen who was interested in the faux painting craze. For the last many years, it has been in Grace's room holding her American Girl collection.  Recently we decided it was time to paint it properly.  She decided on a clean white. 

Jeff is most familiar with the sander, so he did that part, and we are grateful.

The cats are always in on our projects.  (If they only had opposable thumbs... )

 Grace gave it five thin coats waiting an hour in between each coat.  It was a labor of love.

Here it is, all finished and ready to go back into her room.

It warms my heart to know that she will love and care for the toybox as I have all these years.  Here is a picture of my grandfather and me in a bike sidecar that he made for us grandkids.  I sure miss him.

He was one of a kind.  I am thankful that I had so many wonderful years with him in my life.


  1. How beautiful! Such memories we had to cherish. Ah ... what a adorable photograph, the last one.

  2. Aww, lovely story and wow, 5 coats. Good job Grace! It looks nice!

  3. Oh that is one PRECIOUS PRECIOUS Vintage Photo.. Isnt it always just soothing to the soul when one of our children enjoy and treasure something that has love and family passed down.. What an heirloom that toy box will become for the family...