goes a long way.
I wish I had taken a Before photo of this chest. It is solid wood, currently with no hinges (hopefully to be fixed soon!). I bought it from a woman on Craigslist who was going through a divorce and selling all her crap. I went to her house to buy an advertised bookcase (which I did), and she talked me into this chest. Even though it was stained a hideous dark, dark wood color and broken, I felt kind of bad for her. So I paid her the five bucks or whatever it was she asked for it, then spent the next hour and a half listening sympathetically as she told me the story of her break-up. Don't feel too bad, it really does seem like it's for the best, and I left on a positive note. A year later, I uncovered it in our garage. Oh yeah! I had just finished priming our antique vanity cabinet, and I figured while I had the white paint out, why not throw a quick coat on this? Try four not quick coats. But it looks just how I was envisioning it, and after purposefully distressing my lovely paint job with a sander and screwing in some Anthropologie knobs, here it sits in the sunroom, soaking up some ricocheting beauty from my mother's artwork.
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