Well. I’ve had this week off of work. That means my creative/crafty energies were at an all-time high. So the project I thought of was: how do I stop storing my underwear in one of those stackable rubbermaid drawer things? I’m almost 30 for god sakes.
I own a dresser, but it got left behind in Michigan when my Dad drove all my stuff out. I’ve lived two years without one, but only because my hyper-organizational skills have mastered the art of alternative clothing storage.
So I bought this dresser for a garage sale for insanely cheap, determined to make it mine and make it beautiful. The drawer bottoms were all busted. Additionally, the wood bottoms smelled like an old woman had died in there four years ago, so I knew it was going to need some love. And a solid 72 hours airing out in the sun.
I knocked out the bottoms and replaced them with some luan that I painted my favorite color, dark turquoise. I sanded the shit out of the whole dresser, primed and painted it, and added a shabby chic charcoal glaze on the top. I replaced the hardware. Honestly - I think this dresser is pretty fucking cute, right?
I mean, when do these talents of mine stop? I’m not sure they ever will, you guys.
