Happy Thursday Everyone! With Easter right around the corner, my hubby, the unnamed child, and I were doing a little reminiscing. My daughter was one of the last kids in her class that still believed in Santa. We loved that she still had faith in the big guy, and it made Christmas that much more magical to her.
So when she found out the truth … well, she went c.r.a.z.y, and told us that we were liars and how dare we trick her and she hated us for weeks.
The same year that she found out about Christmas, she was home with my hubby a few days before Easter. I arrived home to find her sobbing in the kitchen with my husband mouthing something behind her and making frantic hand gestures. I asked her what was wrong, and she said that the Easter bunny was dead. I asked her why she would say such a thing and she said “Daddy told me”.
Again my hubby was mouthing something, so I went with him in the other room.
What is going on here? He said she had asked him what the Easter bunny looked like, and he laughed and said, “You know there’s no Easter bunny” (since she knew there was no Santa).
Apparently, she hadn’t made the connection.
He said “I didn’t want a repeat of the Christmas fiasco where she went around telling everyone I was a liar for weeks, so I panicked and said the first thing that popped into my head”.
I said “So you told her he died? That was a better solution?”
In hindsight that was maybe not the best option, he said.
Yes now she is going to go to school and tell all the kids the Easter Bunny is DEAD! He said well… how are you going to fix this?
Oh no, I’M not going to fix this you are.
So it was quiet in the other room for a while, and then my daughter came out with a smile on her face. I asked her if daddy told her the truth. She said yes, and that she felt much better now that she knew the easter bunny really wasn’t dead … he was just in the witness protection program because the tooth fairy was trying to kill him.
I found this old dresser on Craigslist for $20.
It was in rough shape. It was dirty and had been badly spray painted, and it had the ugliest handles I had ever seen.
I started by cleaning off the grime and sanding down all of the spray paint drip marks.
Using wood filler, I then patched in the deep scratches and the holes where the handles had been, and once it dried I sanded it smooth. Strangely, the handles I pulled-off were relocated from the original knobs. That meant two new holes to fill, and two poorly filled holes from the original knobs.
I then painted the entire dresser with an aqua plaster paint.
After two coats, I taped off stripes down the front of the dresser.
Next I painted the front with white plaster paint.
After two coats of that, I removed my tape and distressed the entire piece. I drilled new holes … because I wanted my handles in a different spot. I had a set of handles that I got at a church yard sale for $1, and I spray painted them white.
I coated the entire dresser in clear wax and buffed it off.
I then attached the handles.
I am really happy with how this aqua striped dresser turned out!