I love wood boxes. I collect them, make them, covet them and disassemble them to build parts for my bird carvings. At art shows and in my studio wooden cigar boxes abound. I’ve an old veneered box (once owned by a great grandfather) that stores bird carving patterns. I even have an old fruit crate — River Maid Bartlett Pears — mounted on my bicycle.
I also love old tired, worn, blistered and battered finishes.
I purchased the box to house a murder of crows (A Murder Case!) but I’m having second thoughts. It makes a great workbox and is fantastic for transporting carvings. (BTW – Murder is the collective noun for crows.)
I’m not sure what fate awaits this box, but I’m loving it!