We are going to travel back in time today to one of the very first makeover pieces.
It was a ginormous, ugly, Mediterranean dresser I found off Craigslist. The one my hubby told me was “total crap”, and to “just walk away”, and “it smells really bad” (OK … I’ll give him that last one)?
Then when we nearly killed ourselves loading up this incredibly heavy thing, in 100 degree heat — he gave me the death glare?
Then when the car started stinking like rotten eggs, he muttered at me under his breath the whole ride home?
Remember this guy (not my basement)?
This is how it looked after:
I removed the mirrors to make the piece look more modern, and my client wanted to use it as a tv console.
I saved the mirrors since they were still in good shape … and you know how I hate to throw anything out.
I ended up making over one of the mirrors into this for a client.
My same client wanted me to redo the other mirror for her, except in an antiqued ivory.
I painted it with three coats of ivory chalk paint. I then went over the piece with clear wax, and then a coat of dark wax to settle in all of the grooves, removing some it while I went along.
I then buffed it, and it was good to go!
It went from this:
What is the moral of this post?
It is okay to be a hoarder.
I know your hubby will hound you about throwing those things out, saying you will never use it and threaten to take it to Goodwill behind your back. But the day will come, my friends, when you can climb over all of your piles of furniture (and stuff your hubby calls “crap”) and dig it out of the basement.
You will make it over and sell it, and you will be wowed by the transformation that has occurred.
Then you can give him that smirk of satisfaction and tell him “I told you I would use it someday“.
Because as you know … us women are always right.