Here's a picture of what the dresser originally looked like. In the true spirit of "before" pictures, it's a little bit dark and blurry:
First I took all the drawers out and unscrewed the handles. Then I coated the whole thing with primer:
Next I painted it blue. The color is Benjamin Moore St. Tropez Bay, #2128-30.
I wanted to give my dresser sort of a distressed look. See, with the distressed look, minor flaws look like they were intentional. It's like, to quote Pee-Wee Herman, "I meant to do that."
So, to create the distressed look, I sanded down various edges with 100-grit sandpaper. According to the Interwebs, you are supposed to sand any corner where natural wear and tear might occur, like from people brushing past that corner.
Next, I went to my least-favorite do-it-yourself home repair conglomerate and purchased new handles for the cabinets:
Then I realized that two of the handles required longer screws than the ones that came with the handles, so I ... got mad. And then the next day I went to my local Ace hardware, where the super nice lady helped me pick out screws.
Except, here's the thing: If you need to install two handles, and each handle requires two screws each, you need four screws, not two.
(And it's not like I spend my days editing documents containing just those types of word problems or anything.)
But I made do with what I had, and the handles got screwed on, and here's the finished dresser:
Not pictured: weird smeary stain-type thing that happened when child spilled that oil diffuser on top. Bill said, "Well, you wanted it to look distressed, right?"
I was, in fact, distressed. Except, I mean, I meant to do that.
3 comments:
Whoa! You are a lady with many talents. Not only am I impressed with the result of your handy work, but the fact that you undertook such a project. The "I think I can do it in fewer than three trips to the hardware store" gene lives on.
Was that gold accent the same embellishment that your Olde Dad painstakingly hand painted when he refurbished that formerly flat-white bureau when you were just a wee lass growing up in Pasadena, CA? Oh well, nice to know that it still serves as a peek-a-boo antiquing effect. Apparently the fixer-upper gene was passed on.
JC
Wow, I am impressed. I have a little night stand that has needed work for um 45 years (Walt's childhood furniture)but it still sits in the garage waiting for someone to love it!
Good job!
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