I am such a sucker for furniture. So, I drive to the house. The dresser looks cute from a distance. But, the closer I get, the more TLC I see it needs.
But I disregard all logic and start to put the drawers in my truck.
And then ……logic returns and I take them back out.
I think of my husband. While a terrific sport, this may be pushing the envelope a little. I’m certain I will hear the word “junk” in conversation regarding this particular dresser.
I disregard all logic and reload it anyway. Grrrrr…….
I bring it home like a stray cat.
I spackle over that mangled drawer. I prime it. An improvement already.
I spray it black.
I bought new handles for it and took advantage of free labor by letting the neighbor kids put the handles on.
I paint them “pearl”, glue them on and antique them with black.
I’m calling this as good as it gets.
I have it listed on Craigslist. I’m hoping the cute factor will override the “it’s MDF” factor!
- only bring home purebred “pets”…. no more MDF pieces EVER!
- when you already have a garage full of “pets”….do you really need another?
- and…my husband is the greatest….he didn’t say “junk” even once.