This baby was brown, chipped and sad when B hauled it home one day.
I wish I had a “before” picture (it’s harder to remember to take the unglamorous shots—I’m always in such a hurry to get to the good stuff. But I will get better at it—I WILL!)
After a little precursory work of patching, sanding and priming, it was coated in a shade of soft black and protected with clear polyurethane.
I love the brass buttons and hardy brass hardware–they lend a clean, militant look to the piece and contrast crisply again the dark paint. My sons both have dressers they are fond of, and no room for another, much to my regret. This piece belongs in a boys room or a swanky bachelor pad.
Which is exactly where she went.
I can’t keep every piece we meet, restore and fall in love with. But I always sigh in contentment when they end up in the sort of place I envisioned all along.