Our main focus is reimagining and creating one of a kind furniture and home decor pieces. We specialize in redesigning, repurposing, and reclaiming.
My name is Clint. I married my high school sweetheart, Desirée, and we have a little girl with another baby on the way. I have a background in art and architecture but I spent the last 10 years working customer service. I decided recently that I needed to get back to my roots. Over the last decade I have repurposed and reimagined old furniture and decor. In the beginning, because we were broke, but even as the time passed I continued to do so because I really enjoyed it. It gave me a much needed creative outlet that I was missing working behind counters and answering phones. It wasn't until I was managing in retail that I realized I was more than capable of running my own business. Lisa is a proud mother of 10 children and 6 grandkids. She has spent the majority of her time working in customer service, office management, book-keeping, and marketing in the Lincoln area. She spent time on a childbirth education association board of directors where she also wrote and recorded radio commercials. Lisa's passion for repurposing furniture came out of necessity. Being a single mother, taking something neglected and worn out and making it usable again was essential in bringing a sense of normalcy to her home. She's spent decades honing her style. Lisa and I met in 2009 and be came fast friends. Over the intervening time we came to understand that we shared a passion. So when I began the process of starting this business, I knew she was the right person to help me. The rest is history. Lisa loves to reimagine rustic elements into amazing furniture and light fixtures. I am a perfectionist and prefer modern and traditional style. I also tend to follow current trends. I am the artisan. I take the projects, come up with the design, then execute. Lisa lends her talents with rustic design during the creative process and manages scheduling, finances, and marketing. We want to thank you for visiting our page. This Facebook page serves as a gallery for all past and current projects as well as updates on what have going on. Please visit our shop on Etsy for all current projects for sale and don't forget to follow us on Instagram. Thanks again!
The house on Cedarwood Avenue. The Thompson family, Sarah, her husband Mark and their young daughter Lily, moved into an old Victorian house on Cedarwood Avenue. The house, with its ornate gables and sprawling garden, seemed The neighbors were friendly, and the area was idyllic but something about the house felt off. From the moment they stepped inside, an unsettling energy seemed to pervade the air. Sarah chalked it up to nerves but Lily only five years old was immediately wary. Mommy. I don't Over the first few days strange things began to happen. Doors creaked open on their own, cold drafts swept through rooms with no apparent source, and at night faint whispers echoed through the halls. Mark, ever the skeptic, dismissed it all as the house settling and their imaginations running wild. One evening while unpacking boxes in the attic, Sarah discovered an old dust cover journal tucked away in a corner. Its pages were filled with the frantic scribblings of the house's previous owner, a man named Edward Harris. The entry spoke of a malevolent presence in the house, something that fed on fear and despair. According to the journal, Edward had tried to cleanse the house of its dark entity but his efforts were in vain. The final entry was particularly chilling, the house is alive, it wants us gone. It wants us dead. Sarah felt a chill run down her spine, she showed the journal to Mark, who remained skeptical but agreed to be more cautious. They decided to keep the journal a secret from Lily to avoid scaring her. That night as the family slept the house seemed to come alive. The temperature pl Sarah woke to the sound of Lily crying. She rushed to her daughter's room and found Lily standing in the middle of the room pointing at the closet. There'someone in there. Lily whimpered. Sarah opened the closet, expecting to find nothing, but instead she was met with a blast of icy air and the overwhelming sense of being watched. She slammed the door shut, her heart pounding. They all ended up sleeping in the master bedroom that night, too afraid to be apart. The following day Sarah and Mark decided to research the history of the house. They visited the local library and discovered a series of tragic events linked to the property. Families who lived there had met with mysterious accidents and unexplained deaths dating back over a century. It seemed the house had a dark history of violence and death. Desperate to escape the Thompson's decided to leave immediately. They packed their essentials and rushed to the front door, only to find it wouldn't open. The windows, too, were sealed shut as if the house itself was trapping them inside. Panic set in as they realized they were prisoners in their own home. As night fell, the house grew more sinister. Shadows moved independently of any light source and the whispers turned into menacing voices taunting them. The family huddled together in the living room, clutching each other in terror. Suddenly the walls began to tremble and a guttural voice echoed through the house. You cannot leave. You are mine. The floorboards creaked and groaned as if something was moving beneath them. The lights flickered, then went out, plunging the house into darkness. Mark grabbed a flashlight and shone it around the room, revealing ghastly faces pressed against the walls. Their mouths open and silent screams. In a desperate bid to escape, Sarah remembered the journal's mention of an old ritual to appease the spirit. She found the page and hastily recited the incantation, praying it would work. For a moment, everything went silent. Then the house erupted in a deafening roar and the spectral faces began to recede. The front door burst open and the family didn't hesitate. They ran outside, never looking back. They didn't stop until they reached the safety of a neighbor's home. The Thompson's moved away the next day, leaving everything behind. The house on Cedarwood Avenue remains vacant, a dark silhouette against the sky. The townspeople avoided knowing the legend all too well. And if you listen closely on a quiet night, you might still hear the whispers of the restless spirits trapped within. Waiting for their next victims to move in.
