Wood has always had such an inexplicable attraction. My earliest memories consist of varnishing sofas made out of branches of wood or weaving freshly made chairs along with my siblings. Abba(my father),was such an original furniture maker. I think, in retrospect, he was way ahead his time. He did rustic, decades ago. A fallen tree would soon be carved into rustic sofas and chairs, right in front of our eyes and this transformation would be the subject of many a conversation in our house.
Knowingly, unknowingly, Abba trained us in his craft. A rustic piece now, never fails to reminds me of home.