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Dressin' Up- Before and After

I take in used furniture the way some people take in stray animals. I wash them up, give them some love and find a place in my home for them.
I've put my husband on strict orders to not let me wind up on an episode of Hoarders due to my need to save every piece of furniture I find. I am especially a sucker for solid wood anything, crates, pallets, stray boards, you name it. If it has good bones, I'm in!
The old dresser in the hubs' and my room was getting pretty sad. I use things and fix things until they just can't take it anymore. The dresser couldn't take it anymore. It was a hand-me down, of a hand-me down, of a hand-me down, if you get my drift, and since it was made of cheap particle board, it's time had definitely come.
Luckily for me, my sister stumbled upon a woman in our hometown, purging her home of all the extra dressers she had from when her kids were growing up. They were free on the condition that we get them out of her house!
I was happy to oblige. Actually my sister did the picking up, thanks sister!
After my sister picked it up for me, she set it outside at her house in the country till I was able to get there, unfortunately a rain storm beat me there.
Poor baby.
The old dresser waited for me though and the next time my sister came my direction, she begrudgingly lovingly hauled the dresser with her.
It was then left out in my garbage, which probably was a good thing, because the previous owners were smokers.
Anyways this is what she looked like when I finally got her in the house. She needed some lovin'. I feel like it was a she, just look at the flirty little wave on the bottom!
Side note; yes,the picture were taken on my iPad. Someday I swear I'll get around to taking better photos!
Yes, she needed some help.
But it wasn't anything a good sanding, and a couple of drops of wood glue couldn't help.
So I took a damp washcloth and started wiping it down. I have no idea what they had used to paint or stain her with, but look at the rag after I had wiped her down with just water!
Seriously that was some red stuff!
But I cleaned and glued and sanded and primed and painted and TADA! Here is she all fancied up! She makes me proud! I think we'll keep her.

Did I mention the drawers are HUGE?! All of the clothes from the old dresser fit with room to spare. A definite bonus, guess I'll have to buy more to fill her up.

And a close up.

Yep, she was definitely worth the work!

Thanks for stopping by today. I hope you have a wonderful day!

Ps. Did I mention contractor number one has sent me the tweaked floor plans! They are fantastic! Just waiting on estimates now! I am so stinkin' excited!

 

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