Huge Heritage Hutches

How's that title for alliteration...

Well, these hutches are huge in stature, speaking to me through  paint layers and old panes,  used in "Prior" ways...Strong, sturdy, able to change, adapt...beauty only time  can give and only some may see...character to weather the storms ~ just as some of the people we know... a composite, yes, But not of pressed, pretend wood, but rather, solid wood from real trees planted deep.

 The sides were pieced together from our old window casings.

This hutch was made from this and that, by Joshua, my son...Even as a toddler, he drew the best stick figures...an artistic eye...Josh is tall, around six foot 4...He tends to build big, same as his dad.  The hutch is almost 8 foot tall and pretty wide and deep, as well.  

 See the old wheels the weighted ropes went through...to raise the windows...these could be a real pain to raise when the ropes broke and even harder to keep up...we usually just propped them with something...but these were the same as in my childhood home...

The whole piece is getting scrubbed, 

then coats of polyurethane...

The back is made from old siding,  removed, during additions.

                    I guess the house was originally green...

The windows came from this old house, too, not loving the handles, but they were some found ones. Nothing, but poly was bought for this hutch...even the newer pieces of wood added, were scraps from more recent house projects.

Some of the things said about this hutch...
"That would look really good painted" 
"Is he finished with it?" 
"Where are you going to put it?" 
"Can't we have new stuff?" 
...along with plenty of loving comments,
                                                       from knowing folks, lol...

 It don't look to bad from the backside, neither!

The yellow paint came from a room project we did...
I just love how this piece tells the history of our house.

Now, for heavy, old blue...Every male remotely kin swears they will never move this piece again. The shelves came from my Aunt Billie's garage. My mom asked for them and got her oldest grandson to make doors, using original bead board, from the old home place, in Prarieville, where she was raised.  Much to my husband's chagrin, when Moma was no longer using it, she said I could have it!  

In it's prior life it held my moma's linens, then my  husbands tools, but now might be incorporated into my entertainment center...and may get a new paint job, too.

side view and backside, too.

It looks like a beautiful old floor, to me.

Things and stuff are just that...

Things and stuff,

whether it's old, new, shiny, rusty,

or even wonderfully blue and crusty...

it's still just fluff and that's that...

Prior ities...

Lezlee


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