She was gross. No other word to describe her. She was disheveled, smelly, and falling apart, a piece of trash by the curb. Any normal human being wouldn’t have given her a second glance, but I wanted her. I fought my desire to bring in this stray and tried to act like a “normal” rational person. Hubby knows me. He saw her too and knew she was my type. He also knows I’m not normal. He casually asked, “Don’t you want that table by the curb?” No, she’s too far gone, too neglected. She’d need so much rehabilitation in order to be socially acceptable once again. Oh, I can’t help myself. YES! I’ll save her from her fate! Are we still talking about the table? Maybe not. I like to bring beauty out of chaos. I love the creative challenge of creating. I know God does too. When we allow ourselves to be molded and shaped by him…rescued from the curb…we turn into something far more lovely than we ever could have imagined. Anyhow, we were talking decorating right? Back on topic…What really drew me to this poor thing was this. I’m such a sucker for pretty things that swirl.
Man. She was in bad shape. She had this rotting contact paper on the top and warped veneer under that. It wasn’t pretty and required surgery with a scalpel (aka as a chisel and major sandpaper).
Mmmmmm. Lovely. Looks like she’s been through some plagues—floods and locusts to name a few.
Uh, yeah. Don’t typically use this while rehabbing furniture but drastic measures were necessary here. I even considered straight bleach but thought better of it. I didn’t want to kill her just purify her.
A little to your left now….perfect!
A profile shot now…beautiful!