My daughter "rescued" a writing desk that was being thrown out with someone's trash. She thought it would be great if I teach her how to restore furniture; quite an adventure, for sure.
The desk was in poor shape but, after disassembling it, trimming the rounded joints, squaring the shoulders of the warped legs, making a new top out of cherry, and reassembling... I'm pleased with the final result. Who said you can't teach a 20-something child a new skill? I was a good time with great memories made along the way.
The wood was so dry I didn't think it would ever stop drinking Danish Oil.