So, if we are facebook friends (and if not, why aren’t we??), you may remember me sharing this photo a few months ago.
I was right there just minding my own business. Literally. We were in the throws of our busy holiday season. And the dresser that Ezra and Evie share in our room had broken to pieces. I had drawers and laundry baskets sitting all around and it was keeping me awake at night. So, this sweet deal on Craigslist smacked me upside the head: two dressers for only $30. The good kind of furniture that they don’t make any more. Solid wood.
It was first come first serve so I got there early and froze my tush off for these things. A sweet friend came with her pick up truck to help me get them home and I was sure it was going to be just an afternoon project to refinish them.
Because I’m crazy.
I vaguely remember doing such a project with my mom once and all I recalled was sand paper and sealant. So, I got that stuff and headed home.
About an hour into back labor with these things I concluded there must be an easier way to get the old finish off and discovered paint stripper.
This totally expedited the project, but also attracted a lot of angry yellow jackets.
{Insert mental image of me jumping and screaming and frantically waving my arms about.}
We wont talk about the clumps of gunk currently stuck to the driveway.
I got one dresser finished by sundown that night and it very nearly killed me.
Then it started to rain the next day. While Brent was at work, because this is when all natural disasters occur. I huffed and heaved those heavy mothers up onto the porch and covered them with a vinyl Christmas table cloth. At least they blended in with my outdoor Christmas decor.
After the rain, I got them back out and learnt how to use the rotary sander. Or whatever it’s called. And just like my mamma taught me, I taught my girl how to use the power tools and still look cute.
I was going to stain it a different color, but once I saw how beautiful that wood was under all those many many coats of old 1960s varnish, I just couldn’t do it. Sanding suddenly became a very pleasurable activity and I quickly imagined myself all Cash & Cari like. Refinishing furniture had become my new(est) calling for all I was concerned.
Because let me tell you, when that power sander is going, you can’t hear kids telling on each other, or the baby fussing about her gums. =D
It was also very thought provoking, the smooth side to side, back and forth motion of the vibrating sander. Watching the old stuff slough away and seeing the pure wood underneath. Contemplating about how God sands us good and hard to get to the pure stuff. Thinkin’ about how Punchinello says it hurts to be sanded, and it does. Thinkin’ about all the sanding that has occured in our lives and how merciful and gracious God is to sand us.
And then halfway through this project a friend was killed suddenly when a tree fell on his car while he was driving down the road. Horrible storms had ravaged Atlanta and he was the only fatality. A father of four, a man whose favorite thing ever was to sing praises to Jesus and pray long prayers.
It was really good to sand and think and pray then. To think about the different ways that God sands us down, how hard it is, and how His grace always always always sustains us.
And then two weeks later…
I bought a tube of black wipe-on staining. I had plenty left since I had decided to only stain the tops of the dresers and the fronts of the drawers. And I only applied one thin layer because I wanted it to look…how it looks. I also only needed a small can of the sealant stuff. I went with clear matte since I loved the natural wood grain so much.
Brent now has a dresser for the first time! He scored the taller one, and Ezra and Evie share the long one. Each one gets a side. I know that you’re probably supposed to put your kid’s dressers in their rooms, but when you’ve got more people than rooms, you make it work.
I got middle grade doohickies knobs and pulls. They were on sale. And after fifty trips to the hardware store for more sandpaper, I’d say my grand total on expenses came to about $70. I could have kept it way less by keeping the old pulls and no black stain, but I wanted something pretty.
The end.