It’s been weeks since I’ve even logged into the blog and for some reason I feel like I should apologize. I’m not going to, though, because I really enjoyed it. It’s also been weeks since I’ve painted any furniture. More than weeks, more like a few months. Again, totally cool with this because I freeze when the temps drop below 65 degrees. It’s science. Have you seen the “rent is too dang high” video? That’s the kinda rant you’ll catch me in during cold weather.
Anyway, last summer (I’m so behind on project sharing) I followed a tiny garage sale sign into the boonies somewhere between Roswell and Woodstock. It might be a *fish tale but the way I remember it, the signs were written on notebook paper with a fine point sharpie. I remember wondering how I even saw the sign from the road. While I was driving into the depths of a very sketchy trailer park type situation, I kept looking for a place to turn around. I was becoming more convinced by the minute that this sale had nothing to offer me. Then I saw a dirty, blank-faced, barefooted, red-rum-looking child holding a neon posterboard that said “turn here”. Oh okay, will do. I wondered what my last words to my husband were…
As I pulled up, I saw this set:
I jumped right out of my car and made my way down a rocky hill into a tall chain-link fenced area. There was a guy rubbing some stuff all over the set so I browsed the other goods (looked for an escape route) and waited for him to look up. I asked how much. Thirty for the set.
“Okay, this is a friggin’ set up.” I thought. Either this guy has a gun or John Quinones is hiding behind that washing machine.
“Deal!” I walked backwards to my car to get my wallet. I had a twenty dollar bill and 6 bucks in change. He took it and helped me load it up. I seriously could not believe it. ONE of these brass pulls is worth more than that. While we were loading, I caught a whiff of the stuff he had been rubbing it down with when I got there. I asked what it was and he said it was something he uses to “make the furniture shine”…. Pledge? Whatever, lets load this sucker. We wedged the set into the car and when I got home I noticed that there was brown ick all over the place. On me, on the car interior, everywhere. “Man, I think this dude’s Pledge has expired.” Duh, idiot. It was stain! He had just rubbed gel stain allllll over the thing right when I pulled up.
Not my best day, brain-wise.
I was able to wipe it off with a cloth, that’s how fresh it was. I wiped it all down, then started to sand. I couldn’t decide on painting it or staining it but after I got a better look at the shape it was in, I knew it could only live in paint. There were lots of (for lack of a better work) pockmarks in the wood. Like, they were supposed to be there. I’m sure there’s a name for this. I call it ugly.
So, I gave it a rough sand and then filled every.single.hole. Which was a nightmare.
So many. On the drawer fronts, too.
The base of the piece looked like it had been sitting in water so it had to be replaced, which wasn’t super hard since I used the old base as a template.
The dresser was missing some hardware so I robbed it from the nightstand. The drawer glide for the nightstand was also jacked up and I decided that I didn’t want to fix it and that I just generally didn’t want it altogether. So I listed it on Facebook. For $25. Are you mathing right now?! One dollar. This dresser was one dollar.
Here she is!
One dollar make me holler! Since I got this thing for almost free, I sprung for some Behr Marquee in Secret Society. A close second to SW’s Hale Navy.
The left door went back on a little weird making the right door a little harder to close, as you can see in the pic – unless you didn’t notice, then forget I said that. I’ll fix it one day….
I gave the hardware a tiny wipe down but really like the patina it has so I left it. Plus it matches the hardware on our mid-century nightstands better.
I’m pretty happy about the hole-filling situation. It actually turned out better than I hoped. I went ahead and painted it in a satin sheen to help deflect attention to any surface imperfections just in case I missed a spot. Also, I don’t consider myself fancy enough for a high gloss piece. I would have to upgrade the whole bedroom to get on that level…. and I’d just rather sleep.
Getting this monster up the stairs? Another nightmare.
Basically, I’m really happy to be done with this.
Also really happy that it no longer smells like underpants.
*fish tale – an extreme exaggeration of the truth; a ridiculous elaboration.