Me: I was thinking your high school trunk was really too small for all your memories, so I found you a new trunk to add your college stuff, and special childhood stuff into. What do you think?
Oldest: It's rusty.
Me: Did you see your trunk, it's kind of taking shape out there.
Him: Nah. *goes back to gaming*
Me: So, do you want wheels? How are you thinking you'll use it in your place? What about the inside lid? Any thoughts?
Him: No. I mean I appreciate what you're doing, but I'm no where near as excited about this as you are.
Me: Okay.
Him: Does that make you sad?
Me: God no. I know I'm a special kind of crazy.
The special kind of crazy that saved the dog tag (names and address blurred out here) he made at the amusement park when he was 8 from the landfill, specifically for this project.
The special kind of crazy that added wheels, cedar lining throughout, and new leather handles for which I have ordered black custom end caps for.
The kind of crazy that spent hours hand rubbing the interior and exterior with linseed oil until every grain, imperfection, and 100 years of history shone through.
The special kind of crazy that took all of his favorite memories, places he's lived, sports he's played, and crafted a custom insert for the lid (most of which has been edited here for his privacy)
The special kind of crazy that only can be his momma.
OMG! That was crafted with love and turned out just plain gorgeous!! A special kind of crazy to be proud of, lady!! :)
ReplyDeleteI love this so much.
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ReplyDeleteA special kind of crazy that poured love into every bit of the work that went into that trunk - which is amazingly beautiful.
I like the look of that trunk
ReplyDeleteIt's gorgeous!! You are so very talented at this kind of thing! He may not have been as excited about it as you were about this project; but he will cherish this piece and know that his crazy mother poured all her love for him into this trunk.
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