My grandfather loved bikes. He liked to ride them and work on them. So when my nieces and my brother and I were young he made sure we each had our own bike and every Sunday before and after dinner we drove around at my grandparents street and garden on our custom made bicycles.
In his shed where he repaired our little bikes , stood this desk. He got it from a barbershop and used it to store his tools. After my grandfather died a few years ago, I got it.
So last summer I lovingly restored it; sanded it, put a new top on, painted it and put on some gorgeous handles. Now it's in my room. The tools are gone and replaced by fabrics, scissors, pins and other sewing material, but the memory of my granddad will always remain.