Beating My Chest

Okay, so I'm not actually beating my chest. But someone else beat my chest. Not intentionally perhaps, but they did a good job of it. They left it all bruised and scarred and rusty. Yeah, rusty. Oh, you didn't think it was my chest chest did you?  No, I'm talking about another of my thrift store finds. THIS chest...

Meet Chester. This guy is definitely male. He seems to have been a tool chest at one time. There is a spot inside the lid to hang a couple saws. Straw and sawdust remnants were in all the corners and he smelled like an old shed. I hope you know what an old shed smells like.

Chester is made of wood covered with tin. He's been painted with metallic paint, has lots of dings and dents and rust.

The nailhead trim is what really got me. And those rusty handles. There is so much patina on this chest. On the inside of the lid are some blue chalk markings, a name perhaps and some math calculation of some kind. I can't quite make out what it all says but it definitely gives Chester some character and mystery.  He probably belonged to some old Norwegian farmer who did woodworking on the side. There are a lot of old Norwegian farmers in Wisconsin.

Sorry for that last fuzzy photo. And the green carpet. I know. For now Chester is sitting on my front porch holding all my ahem, neatly organized magazines. I'm debating whether or not to add some caster wheels because he's one hefty guy and it would be nice to be able to easily move him when I need to.  I've even thought about using the trunk as a coffee table, once the old shed smell has dissipated a bit more.  He should fit in well with my eclectic furniture collection which I'll tell you about another time.

Oh yeah, and my husband wasn't exactly thrilled when I brought this new boyfriend home with me.  I actually have an ulterior motive in the matchmaking department for Chester. Stay tuned for that in a future post.

Note: Upon further examination I've deciphered the names Carl Carlson (Carolson?), Natti and Mendie chalked on the lid. Interesting. Anyone else out there have any mystery furniture to tell about?

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