‘This is truly lucky that it has survived.. Your great grandfather was a man of character. Once, during a rough winter in a fit of anger he chopped the Gdańsk cupboard in pieces. Afterwards, Grandpa was much better and we had lots of wood. If only we had a stove.’
This is a story I have heard when this oak escritoire (solid wood and about half a ton of weight) came to me as one of the first pieces. In the basement of my family home you may find not a lot of stuff, thanks to drops of compulsive, Italian blood in our Polish veins.
For the past 16 years it has changed fivefold it’s color and metal fittings, depending to needs.. Heavy, shiftless… well let’s face it. Who is using escritoires nowadays?
Today I am calling it my casket. It contains my collection of handmade jewelry.
Mirror from the flea market – originally blue – has found its pair, and I have gained the perfect place for final touches before leaving my home.