This trunk has been with me since I discovered it in the garage all those years ago. When I grew out of my girly bedroom, the trunk stayed as the frills and lace went. When I ventured off to college (uni), moved into my own apartment, then when I got married it came with me each time, just as it did when my husband and I bought our first house...and then made the trek from Los Angeles to Australia where it remains in my home. It stayed in its original condition earning a few more dents, scratches and stories to tell.
I lost my father over Christmas. He was a larger-than-life man with character, strength and more love than any one human should have the capacity for. Respecting and bringing new life to this trunk became very important to me, literally overnight. After years of being content to use it as-is, suddenly I felt it needed restoration, rejuvenation and to stand proud again. And maybe a bit of sparkle because the light my father brought to this earth was no longer.
The trunks of that period were built to last. Perhaps it shows how poor my grandfather was that his trunk is not in fact metal, but a low-grade of timber covered in thick cardboard. Some of the outer shell had fallen or flaked off with age and use. The leather handles had all but shredded away.
I lost my father over Christmas. He was a larger-than-life man with character, strength and more love than any one human should have the capacity for. Respecting and bringing new life to this trunk became very important to me, literally overnight. After years of being content to use it as-is, suddenly I felt it needed restoration, rejuvenation and to stand proud again. And maybe a bit of sparkle because the light my father brought to this earth was no longer.
The trunks of that period were built to last. Perhaps it shows how poor my grandfather was that his trunk is not in fact metal, but a low-grade of timber covered in thick cardboard. Some of the outer shell had fallen or flaked off with age and use. The leather handles had all but shredded away.
My grandfather's trunk
The transformation begins
Late one night the restoration began.
I didn't know where I was going with it or how the trunk would evolve, I just needed to paint it...so I did. I taped off the metal trim, ran my Hemp Oil Brush roughly over the surface then began painting with Miss Mustard Seed's Milk Paint in Linen.
I didn't know where I was going with it or how the trunk would evolve, I just needed to paint it...so I did. I taped off the metal trim, ran my Hemp Oil Brush roughly over the surface then began painting with Miss Mustard Seed's Milk Paint in Linen.
Years of use has deteriorated the back of the trunk exposing the plywood under a cardboard-like material
This is a project very close to my heart.
I've had this trunk since I was a little girl. Even when I was very young, I would ask my mother about items that were stored in the garage (a favourite place of exploration for me). I listened to the stories, collected old photos, costume jewellery and a few items like this trunk, which to many might've seemed odd for a child, but to me, felt natural.
Shortly after I "inherited" this trunk and lugged it into my room, I remember my father coming in one night, spotting it and saying, "Hey...that was my fathers!" I replied a little uncertainly, "I know, mom told me I can have it?" He looked a bit puzzled (likely wondering why his daughter would want a beat-up old trunk in her very-girly room). But then a smile lit up his face, his blue eyes twinkled and he said, "You know, that's the only thing he had with him when he got to America..."
As a young man, my grandfather fled what was then communist Russia. Not unlike a scene out of a movie, the story goes that he hid on the back of horse cart full of rubbish or fruit (the story varies!) with only the clothes on his back. He found work on steamer ships and eventually arrived at the Panama Canal where he worked helping to build it for nearly two years to earn money to continue his journey. Eventually he made his way to Los Angeles, with to my understanding, only this trunk.
I've had this trunk since I was a little girl. Even when I was very young, I would ask my mother about items that were stored in the garage (a favourite place of exploration for me). I listened to the stories, collected old photos, costume jewellery and a few items like this trunk, which to many might've seemed odd for a child, but to me, felt natural.
Shortly after I "inherited" this trunk and lugged it into my room, I remember my father coming in one night, spotting it and saying, "Hey...that was my fathers!" I replied a little uncertainly, "I know, mom told me I can have it?" He looked a bit puzzled (likely wondering why his daughter would want a beat-up old trunk in her very-girly room). But then a smile lit up his face, his blue eyes twinkled and he said, "You know, that's the only thing he had with him when he got to America..."
As a young man, my grandfather fled what was then communist Russia. Not unlike a scene out of a movie, the story goes that he hid on the back of horse cart full of rubbish or fruit (the story varies!) with only the clothes on his back. He found work on steamer ships and eventually arrived at the Panama Canal where he worked helping to build it for nearly two years to earn money to continue his journey. Eventually he made his way to Los Angeles, with to my understanding, only this trunk.
I knew the steamer trunk was on its way, but I also knew there was an alternate path to its completion. I sent it off to have the leather handles repaired knowing when the trunk returned to my studio, it would tell me how to finish the job.
Once it dried, fine-grade sandpaper over the surface created a bit of chippiness and Lumiere Metallic Paint in Metallic Copper (a lush rose-gold colour) freshened the metal trim. The next day I mixed Miss Mustard Seed's Antiquing Wax with White Wax to create a gorgeous smokey aged finish.
A smokey finish created using Miss Mustard Seed's Antiquing Wax mixed with White Wax
Mixing MMS Waxes creates an effective aged finish
On its way, but needing a rest and some serious leather-handle-help from an expert
The leather handle restoration by The Luggage Place on Gilbert Street in Adelaide exceeded all expectations. I was moved by the craftsmanship and inspired...and knew exactly how to finish my grandfather's trunk from the moment I saw those beautiful new leather handles.
Isn't that smokey finish gorgeous? I cannot wait to try it on something again soon!
Lumiere Metallic Paint in Old Brass went over the Metallic Copper on the metal trim, so that a bit of the copper peeked through. Next, the trunk was painted in Miss Mustard Seed's Milk Paint in Boxwood. Once dried, I pulled some of the Milk Paint back to expose the colour Linen underneath. The handles and the entire trunk were given a generous coat of Hemp Oil.
Miss Mustard Seed's Milk Paint in Boxwood over Linen
Beautifully restored leather handles by The Luggage Place In Adelaide, South Australia
Going over the metal trim with metallic paint in Old Brass, allowing the Metallic Copper to peek through
MMS Milk Paint in Boxwood with Trim in Old Brass Metallic Paint
Watching paint dry, the natural beauty of this natural paint
Living with me in the studio to cure before moving back into our home
It's all here...for the love...
Sada
Sada
Many of you who know me know that I'm very much a lets-get-it-done person, but I can be an equally lets-wait-and-see-what-it-does girl. That is exactly what I did, I waited. Frankly, I loved having this trunk in my studio, a constant reminder of my childhood, my father, his father and all the history this modest little piece represents.
After a few days I doused the trunk in Hemp Oil again (it was very thirsty!) I used my hands, a rag and a Paint/Wax Brush to massage the surface, transferring Boxwood onto the Linen in the process, softening its colour and pulling through just enough of the original finish in spots for a gorgeously layered effect.
I allowed it to sit another couple of days before sealing it with Miss Mustard Seed's Furniture Wax. It's curing now and I've decided to leave it in my studio while this happens, enjoying its presence. But after the 30 days, it will move into my home again and we will continue our life together!
I loved this journey and all that I felt and thought about while working on it...pondering on the past, the future and considering and appreciating all of the adventure and wonderment this world has in store for each of us.
Thank you for indulging my sentiment and playing a role by being here to share this with me. I wish you all a steamer trunk full of joy and history, as well as a celebration of things yet to come.
After a few days I doused the trunk in Hemp Oil again (it was very thirsty!) I used my hands, a rag and a Paint/Wax Brush to massage the surface, transferring Boxwood onto the Linen in the process, softening its colour and pulling through just enough of the original finish in spots for a gorgeously layered effect.
I allowed it to sit another couple of days before sealing it with Miss Mustard Seed's Furniture Wax. It's curing now and I've decided to leave it in my studio while this happens, enjoying its presence. But after the 30 days, it will move into my home again and we will continue our life together!
I loved this journey and all that I felt and thought about while working on it...pondering on the past, the future and considering and appreciating all of the adventure and wonderment this world has in store for each of us.
Thank you for indulging my sentiment and playing a role by being here to share this with me. I wish you all a steamer trunk full of joy and history, as well as a celebration of things yet to come.
Setting up for a few photos in the paddock
A new life for an old friend
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