Pew Oui!

au revoir!

I derive enormous pleasure from sitting in a room filled with things that have had many lifetimes. I once had a church pew that I bought when I was in college and dragged with me through nine moves. Sitting straight backed in that curved pew, I would not only reminisce about my days at St Paul the Evangelist Catholic school but about the carpenter who managed to evoke both the rigidity and flexibility of religion in that piece of furniture. Where was the church that housed that pew, and how did that single pew end up at the Salvation Army on Harry Hines waiting for a nineteen year old girl to beg the manager to take her last $250 instead of the $350 he was asking. That pew is under a staircase in an old farmhouse in McKinney now most certainly filled with the backpacks of the family of five that bought it. It lives in our photos of birthdays and dinner parties and the care and craftsmanship of the carpenter and its owners will tell its story. I love IKEA but I never bought anything there that had longevity or a story to tell. Vintage has a life of it’s own.