I have been collecting vintage wooden boxes since childhood. I simply can’t resist them regardless of their condition. I suppose it has something to do with the stories they can tell. What have they been used for before? Who did they belong to and where have they been? One of my favourites belonged to my grandmother. She used it to transport the eggs she sold for extra income and it still had some straw in it when we found it in their attic years ago.
Three of the sturdier boxes were kept in our garage where they were used to store “stuff” and I were given an ultimatum by The Father Person when he did the big garage clean-up a few weekends ago. ’Use them, or lose them'. There was no way they were going to be thrown out, so they got dusted and given some special TLC.
I painted the insides with that all time South African favourite, Velvaglo Enamel from Plascon. It is hard wearing with a lovely velvety sheen finish.
Two of them got a place on the kitchen counter and I am amazed by the change they make. One of them now holds (some of) my cookery books and the other is just sitting there, looking pretty. I am so happy with them, I can’t believe it took me so long to use them.