I’m so excited to share my vintage grey dresser makeover with you! But first, let me tell you a bit about my day.
It started with a heated discussion with the unnamed child. She wanted to wear a pair of shorts to school that she had worn last summer. The only problem was that she had grown, and the shorts had not. Yes, I did understand that they went perfectly with her shirt. But they were just a little too hoochy, and she just didn’t see that.
After 20 minutes of “discussing” she finally changed, and I got to hear lots of stomping around … and the car door happened to shut just a little too loudly when I dropped her off (probably just the wind).
We have had battles over her wardrobe since she was three years old. I remember her getting ready for kindergarten one day, and she had these wooden clogs that she was obsessed with. She had to wear them to school, and we fought and fought over them, and I kept telling her they weren’t appropriate for school. In the end, I had to go to work and she won out.
Right as we pulled up in front of the school, one of the boys in her class did also. Both of them got out of the car at the same time. They looked at each other and locked eyes, each with that glint of competitiveness.
They started to race each other down the sidewalk to the building.
Nooooooooo!!! Don’t ruuuuuun in your woooooddeeeenn clooogggssss!!! I yelled.
But of course it was too late. Who would’ve thought that wooden clogs weren’t meant for sprints? Oh yeah … EVERY MOM!
So, she wiped out and ripped both of her knee caps off, and then laid there in front of the school bleeding. And crying.
I had to carry her bloodied body into the nurse’s station, where the principle, the nurse and several other teachers all gave me the look of what-mother-would-let-their-kindergartener-wear-clogs-to-school look.
If these people only knew that only an hour ago, she had also had on a formal dress with those clogs … At least I had won half the battle.
I didn’t think explaining that would help the situation though.
10 band aids later, and 20 minutes late to work, I felt like the world’s worst parent.
10 years later, I am now arguing over how low a shirt comes down or how high her shorts come up.
How things change. Sigh!
It was pretty dated, and horrible looking, in the beginning. I painted it with many coats of grey chalkpaint. Getting into all the grooves took some serious time, and the only thing that took longer was distressing all of those grooves.
I painted the inside of the drawers yellow to add a little pop, repainted the hardware black, and gave it several coats of clear wax.
I love the way it turned out and hopefully my client will too!
Vintage Grey Dresser