Don’t you just love summer; sizzling in the sun, all the BBQ’s, hay fever, swimming, sitting out sipping adult themed drinks and complaining about the mozzies… the works? It truly surprises me anything gets done during the summer months when the sun is shining and the beach is burning! However, in chez nous, it’s business as usual and I have been continuing to get my atelier organised.
One of the big perks of my studio space, the old crèmerie on the grown floor,is a large built in cupboard where I keep my art materials. In the absence of any other storage however, I have been forced to keep my stock, i.e. all of my finished paintings, drawings and prints, either propped up against the walls or in boxes and plastic bags which is obviously not ideal. Wanting to get something more permanent sorted out for these fragile things cluttering up my workspace, I took on the long overdue restoration of a piece of furniture I and James bought nearly a year ago – an old map cabinet big enough to house my paintings and protect them from the hustle and bustle of the atelier.
Actually, these draws of mine are not map draws at all; the owner of the local Depot Vente who sold us the parts, said they used to house the robes of members of clergy working in a nearby church. He in turn found the pieces in a skip as the chapel was being refurbished.
And yes, the piece was in bits when we got it; two of the draws had lost their supports completely, the top was broken in three and the right side panel had been taken out and replaced with a piece of plywood. Having studied the woodwork and the metal pulls, looks like it was custom made for this church in or around 1960’s and kept well for most of its life. Seems like a great waste to through something as stunning in the bin, but their loss, my gain, I suppose. Even in the condition it was in, the cabinet had so much potential it ended up in my studio where is stood patiently, waiting to be restored back to its former glory… until now of course.
The very first step in the restoration process was to replace the supports for two of the bottom draws which turned out to be easy as pie. Using an existing piece as a template James cut two new runners out of new pine, dry fitted them in place to make sure they were the right size before attaching a strip of recycled wood on top of each to stop the draws sliding out of place. Next up, I would attach the new runners permanently in situ with the help of a mallet and some wood glue.
Our dog Rusty helped a lot too, mostly by wagging his tail and being in the way adorably.
To complete the framework, I re-attached the top of the cabinet by using old nails still attached to the panels and glued in a few strips of wood that stuck out where the top-pieces had been torn apart in the past. The draws, although dirty, were in pretty good shape and only needed to be waxed to help them slide in and out with ease.
After the structure was secured I begun the cosmetic side of the restoration. To even out the tone of the piece and mask out a few old scratches and wood-worm marks, I stained the whole chest, including the new plywood side and the draws, by using a strong solution of Yorkshire tea. A bit un-orthodox, I know, but I only wanted a thin coat of stain that would cover up some of the imperfections and damages without compromising the woods lovely patina. I applied it with a microfiber cloth, in three coats, letting the wood dry thoroughly between each layer and sealed it with two coats of a furniture wax that gave the piece a lovely sheen. The product I used contained 8% beeswax, giving it a slight orange tint. It took an hour to be dry enough to touch (or re-apply) and around 12 hours to dry out completely.
Beyond cleaning and polishing, I did nothing with the pulls and so they will remain brown for now. As it stands I have not decided on whether I ought to get new ones, perhaps in brass or aged copper, or strip and restore the old steel ones. The brown paint, which is a bit chipped around the edges, I believe, is original to the pulls. The chest being a vintage piece rather than an antique one, I am not too bothered by changing the minor detailing like the pulls as long as the woodwork won’t be damaged in the process. Not that I am fundamentally against painting woodwork anyhow, I’ve done it before, but here it is just too lovely to be covered up.
For something that was ready for the skip, or actually already in a skip, this magnificent chest of draws is now perfectly rehabilitated and ready to serve in my atelier, with or without the retro-brown. My precious artworks couldn’t be better protected in these priestly draws and I have one less project to worry about. (Insert a sigh of relief!) James is happy, the dog is happy and I am happy. Having finished it all, I actually feel like I deserve the cheeky swim and an ice cold beer…
Meet you at the Lac de Montagnes… anybody up for that?