The Bank Called to Say My Beach House Was Refinanced Without Me – The Archivist

back in my workshop. Sawdust on my jeans, linseed oil on my hands, working on a mahogany writing desk that had been sitting in a family’s storage unit for forty years because they couldn’t bear to throw it away but didn’t know how to bring it back.

That’s the thing about restoration — it requires patience and honesty in equal measure. You have to see continue reading …