Luca wasn’t quite 2 yet, and I was wearing him in an Ergo when we went to see Elenore. She was tucked away in the corner of a large, well-lit garage which was owned by a Shasta aficionado with a gigantic log home, a gleaming, cherry-red Airflyte reissue and a vintage Mustang that I eyed up with envy.
She was shaped like a cute little vintage toaster, with those iconic aluminum wings, and the interior smelled like 1968 (or what I imagined it smelled like, anyway). I was in love. We didn’t yet have a hitch on our Subaru, so the owner kindly towed her to our house, deposited her in the driveway and disappeared into the late May afternoon.
She’s a 1968 Shasta Compact, so we christened her Elenore, after the Turtles song released that same year. She’s basically languished in covered storage until a few weeks ago, when we towed her off to the trailer repair place, where they will hopefully address some rotting issues in the inner wood frame (she is 50 years old, after all).
We took out all of the drawers and cupboard doors; they were all covered with a sickly grayish cream veneer that was flaking in some places, and the hardware was definitely not the midcentury-modern style of my dreams. Shasta purists would definitely clutch their proverbial pearls at the idea, but we decided to paint the interior a warm, creamy white (Dutch Boy’s “Banana Split,” to be exact) and then apply new mahogany wood veneer to the drawer fronts and cupboard doors. Joe, dedicated guy that he is, spent a humid July weekend in the garage, carefully sanding, painting and veneering, until I could hardly remember what the original pieces looked like! We couldn’t quite find the chevron-style drawer pulls of our dreams, but instead snagged some sleek, modern hardware at Menards for under $3 apiece.
The next task will be measuring and selecting fabric and plywood for homemade cushions … mainly due to the fact that the upholsterer quoted me around $2,000 for 4 new ones. (Gasp.) Stay tuned!