

Our house is rather old. We’ve been kind of into old houses and period-appropriate interior decoration lately, and would like our own house to feel more “authentic”, but unfortunately the previous owner was a divorced middle-aged white lady, so everything is mid grey and all the walls are covered in plain white drywall. So we’ve been peeking under the laminate floors and trying to find out what’s behind the drywall and such. Well guess fucking what, the original wood floor planks are still preserved under the laminate in the kitchen. What the FUCK dude!!! Why would you cover that in the most aesthetically unoffensive mid-ass plain laminate bullshit in the universe??? I can’t wait to rip that shit out.
Anyway, relating to that: I’ve been wanting to get a more appropriate dinner table for our kitchen, since our current one is kind of too big, too modern, and doesn’t really fit into the general vibe of the place. My aunt had an old ass table that’s been in the family for as long as anyone can remember that she wanted to get rid of, so I took it. It was really kind of fucked up from the elements, but still salvageable, so my woodworker friend and I have been trying to restore it and it’s turning out so FUCKING good. We’re using more-or-less traditional methods and period-appropriate oils and paints and everything. There was even a rumour that the table was made by my great-great-grandfather in the late 1800’s, but we didn’t really have any solid proof, and I didn’t really believe it myself, figured it was just marketing talk by my aunt to get me to take that ugly busted POS off her hands. Until we found my great-great-grandpa’s real actual got damn signature etched into the wood under like six layers of paint!!! That’s so fucking insane. I should quit my job and just start restoring old furniture instead. This shit is so cash money dude. I can’t believe it.



Oh fuck these rule so hard. Lingonberry jam is not optional. 10/10, perustettu ja punapilleröity.