Resurrecting the Old

On Memorial Day Weekend, I went to Fort Benton with my older sister. A tradition we started last year was to have a sister weekend and travel to an interesting place. (Next year my younger sister and mother will be able to join us.)  Last year we went to Boulder, Montana, where we went antique-ing in near by towns and stayed in the fabulous Boulder Hot Springs Inn, and soaked our bones.  We also sat in a radon mine, but that's another story.

So this year I suggested we go to Fort Benton. It's a great little town with lots of history. If you haven't been, I would highly recommend going. (And stay at this nice B&B.)

To make a long story short, we stopped at this Antique place north of Fort Benton. Virgelle is really in the middle of nowhere.  There is a ferry to take you across the Missouri, a boat dock, a grain shiloh, and the Virgelle Mercantile and Bank.

In the basement of the Mercantile, I found this.

Now, I have been looking for a desk for a long time. Can you believe that I have been doing all my writing perched on a stool in front of my clothes dresser? Well, I have.  You don't know how many times I had to stop and walk around because my legs fell asleep.

So I bought this sewing cabinet, one: because it was a steal at $60, and two: I have fond memories of a Singer trundle that was at my Grandparents ranch.  It was in the kitchen and had a huge butcher block on top. As a child, I would press the peddle with my hands and watch the wheel move.

So I brought the cabinet home and cleaned it up.

Sanded it down.

Gave the base a new coat of paint.

 And refinished the cabinet.

 Now I have a proper desk.

 Plus I have the added bonus of getting a workout while a write.

All I need now is a posh chair.