I don't know about you, but I always feel anxiety and guilt over painting a vintage piece of furniture or any piece of furniture, for that matter. Right before I smear on the first coat my right eye starts to twitch, my forehead beads sweat and my whole body starts to shake. I know that the paint will liven up the down-and-out piece, but it just seems so wrong to cover up the wood.
A past project had me all wrangled with guilt when I chose to paint (EEK!) my mom's childhood dresser.
I think everyone in the family has used this dresser at one time or another. But first, it was my lovely mother's. As a child, she saved up all her
money to buy it and it's been around ever since. I know, what you're
thinking...what child saves up to buy something so practical? That'd be
my mom.
For nearly 40 years old (sorry, mom!), this dresser is in pretty
good condition. It's still rolling around on its original wooden
castors and only two pieces of its veneer had chipped off. But the
wear and tear of being passed around was definitely showing and the old guy needed some TLC. Refinishing veneer can be quite the challenge, so I figured paint would be the way to go. I rolled up my sleeves,
plugged in the hand sander and got to work. Sanding and sanding and sanding until I had
this:
And then I began sanding some more. Grr...