I recently sold this chest of drawers. That seems simple enough. That was the whole idea when I started this project. Crazy as it sounds, though, I was actually a tiny bit sad to see it leave. It was kind of like my foster child. Maybe this is all stemming from the fact that I saw Blind Side last night (which I loved btw). Or maybe I am just a bit hormonal. :)
Anyway, when I first saw this piece she was a forlorn looking thing tucked away in my paint garage.
So I dressed her up flamboyantly
and tweaked her hardware a bit.
I placed her in my dining room and I grew to love her there. She looked right at home.
Napkins and tablecloths filled her multi-patterned drawers. She was my storage piece with style. Just when I was getting used to having her around though, she sold. Now I am left with a bare looking spot at one end of my dining room.
So added to my list of things to do next week is to find another chest of drawers and the process will begin all over again. This time I will try not to get so attached, but I will probably still paint something in my colors just incase the right adoptive family doesn't come along.
I am linking this post to The More The Merrier party today because I so want to hang with everybody at her Strut Your Stuff party. Come on over and join in the fun