One of my cousins volunteered to bring this desk to me from his late mother's house. All four of her children are working on clearing the house out and getting it ready to sell this summer. I was beyond delighted when I was offered this desk. I can remember Grandpa making it for Grandma, and it was probably the thing in their house I was most fond of. He was a very, very oldschool woodworker, but he made some unusual choices for this piece. Darker wood with more pronounced grain used in one place, the front drawers. The base of the desk is painted, while all the other wood is varnished. It all works, though; I know I'm biased but that is one hell of an artistic piece of furniture.
With the lid up
The paintings are random little scenes from the middle ages. Stubborn donkey doesn't want to cross a bridge? Why not, I guess.
