My grandfather passed away in 1994 at the age of 91 preceded by my grandmother eight years earlier. When we went through and cleaned out the house, my brother and I each took the things we wanted. One of the things I felt a special attachment to was an old wooden footstool that my grandfather actually used at the end of his favorite chair. It was covered with what looked to be some old burlap. I loved it because it looked old and primitive and well loved.
For the past 25 years, that old footstool has just been sitting in a closet. A couple of weeks ago, I went into that closet to get something and noticed it sitting there. I thought to myself, “you know what, today is the day you are going to do something with this heirloom piece and make it a treasure.” I decided I would leave the wood sides all beat up and rustic but I would reupholster the top. So, I went to the fabric store and found two upholstery fabrics I fell in love with that I thought would be perfect. But since it’s so expensive I needed to pick only one. When I went to check out I discovered the ticket said my choice was 70% off. I was so excited that I ran back and got a yard of the other fabric, also 70% off.
When I brought the fabric home, I was almost certain my first choice was going to be the one I used. But when I held up the second fabric to the footstool it almost immediately gave me this warm feeling all over. I remember saying out loud, “well, grandpa, which one do you think?” I could hear his answer in my head. It was pretty clear. It had to be the blue birds.
Nothing in my house is blue. Nothing. But somehow, this pretty little piece of fabric just fits in with my eclectic style. I wish my grandfather were still alive today so I could give this back to him as a gift. Instead, I feel like it’s his gift to me.
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