When I was still living in California, there was a time when I was redecorating my bedroom, and I got it into my head that I wanted a wrought iron headboard for my bed. I started looking around at the usual haunts — Crate and Barrel, Pottery Barn, blah, blah, blah. And they had them, and they were beautiful, but they seemed so kind of bland and cookie-cutter. What I wanted was something that appeared more worn and weathered.
So then I started looking at antique and vintage shops. And they had them, but they were either too expensive, or the wrong size, or disintegrating. So I made a new plan. I asked my dad to make me one for my birthday.
Now, I consider my father to be capable of just about any project I throw at him. He’s a farmer, and farmers tend to be both creative and multi-talented. So when I asked him, he took up the challenge willingly.
We went to a junk yard together and picked out a piece of an old wrought iron fence that had some cool embellishments. Dad took it home and went to work. He cut it to the right size, added some reinforcement, welded something to the base so that it would screw into a bed frame, and created some extra embellishment to finish off the top of the design.
The result was just perfect. And now, I have a one-of-a-kind headboard, custom made by my own Dad. And here she sits in NYC — not only is she beautiful, but she’s bicoastal, too. xoxo