According to my husband I bring home sad, lonely, and lost furniture. I've brought homes some crazy stuff, desks on their last legs, dressers with drawers that couldn't be fixed, buffets with vainer missing, random wood, oh the list could go on. At first my husband couldn't see the potential, at first my husband thought I was NUTS. Now, he enters the situation with an open mind and an open heart.
I even see him eyeballing things as we drive down the street.
It's not that I hate to buy things new (but I do hate paying full price). I feel bad for the piece of work. Most everything I gather, usually craigslist finds, are super cheap like $20-$30 and someone just wants it GONE! How sad. This is going somewhere… There is a big reveal coming up:
Here she is in all her ugly glory!
There were like 5 coats of brushed on latex paint. We used a paint stripper this got most of the paint off and we only had to do a mild sand.
Once we got all the paint off we found the top piece to be in GREAT shape. I was excited. I think I did a dance. My husband looked at me like I was nuts. But anyways good top = stain not paint!
I love spray paint. I painted the bottom with Valspar spray paint. Here she is in her new found glory living in our dining room as a bar: