My dad kept his foot locker from the Marines and used it as a coffee table through much of my youth. So, I grew up with a fondness for the truly utilitarian yet beautiful, beat-up piece of storage. These days when I'm thrifting, I keep watch for something like my dad's trunk. Though I've not been so lucky as to find a piece like the one shown above, I thought it was worth sharing. The patina of the brass and leather, the rich green and orange woods are awe-inspiring, somehow reminiscent of a well-loved Wagoneer.
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