D is one of the most handy fellas I’ve ever encountered.
I liked it so I put a ring on it.
He pretty thoroughly remodeled his house before we sold it last year, and I was completely impressed by how he either already knew how to do everything, or if he didn’t, he figured it out and it turned out great.
The island in our kitchen is no exception.
The man is not only a wizard of a handyman, he’s also well versed in Craigslist and adept at finding sweet deals. One of those deals included several applewood boards salvaged out of boxcars that carried wine.
This is the only picture I can find of it pre-island.
Sure, It looks a little rough, but it had been sitting behind some guy’s house for the last 35 years and it cleans up beautifully. I can’t even tell you how heavy those boards are. We saved four of them to make a harvest table, and D and I had to carry them one at a time. So very heavy. And those round things are pulleys. One came from a limestone quarry, and the other out of a grain elevator. Some day, they will be the gable ends on the house.
But I digress.
My D made us a beautiful island with them. And my dad helped with the heavy lifting and photo taking.
Disclaimer: Fuzzy photos compliments of my dad’s “kind of” smart phone.
He used the applewood for the majority of the island, and trimmed it in cedar.
Indeed, those white spots ARE bird poop stains. It’ll wash. I think.
And then, after he got done with the island.. he figured he might as well tile the kitchen too.
And in true MacGyver fashion, he celebrated by mudding in the front yard.
Just kidding. He wasn’t mudding. He was delivering the refrigerator from the garage where it wouldn’t fit around the corner, to the removed-from-it’s-hinges front door.
I wish I was kidding.