I happened along this trunk from a sweet guy moving west. He mentioned that his great-grandfather built it for his dad years ago. Apparently he built one for each of his children. She wasn't in the best of shape and I nearly begged the guy to hang on to her for family heirloom's sake. But without too much convincing she became mine. I was hoping to maintain some of the rustic elements to her and beat it up a teeny bit more (always with love). I love the copper edging and appreciate that you can efficiently store your winter woolies in there right under a spot to kick your feet up and relax all cozy on your couch.
