His name is Ben's desk. I told my friend Alison that I swear it could have belonged to Benjamin Franklin and so she named him Ben's desk.
(here he is with his top open enjoying the outdoors)
I bought him to resell. It was never my intention to paint him just leave him as he is. I could have taken him to the shop over a week ago. I just wasn't ready to let him go yet. I wanted to look at him for awhile.
I'll admit I don't know a lot about antiques. Age, style, that stuff doesn't stick in my brain. I just know what I like. All the little details that make furniture unique and beautiful.
Those legs. Looks like someone hand chiseled them or at least used a primitive lathe.
That joinery detail.
The patina. You can't replicate that time worn finish. (If you can send me a tutorial please) Somewhere along the line someone painted him navy blue then someone else decided to strip him back to his former glory.
And he came with this little chair.
I love Ben's desk.
If only I had a place for him. This piece is gonna haunt me.
Do you have any pieces you've sold then totally regretted? I'd love to know.