So, here's a weird fact: when you have a fire, people drop off furniture.
If you'll drop off kitchen cabinets, we'll light up a sheep.
But I digress...
I'd JUST redone the boys' room, including gun metal gray loft beds with desks underneath, industrial steel bookcases, a repainted coffee table, acid green lounge chairs, a shag rug, and two IKEA highboy dressers. We're talking young man HEAVEN. Macho. A testosterone farm. Grunt.
I like IKEA furniture.
IKEA furniture does not like high pressure fireman's hoses.
Fell. A. Part.
Cue the donated This End Up dresser.
Say what you will, but I LIKE This End Up. I bought several pieces before we were married, and those suckers will be gracing first apartments. They are solid as all get out and well made.
And not one stinking piece we have is still the original color.
Okay, one is, but it has an aqua future.
Once we decided this lovely dresser needed a more black tie look, out it went.
We took it apart and gave it a seriously lazy, not putting our backs into it sanding, then went ballistic with the Rustoleum Gloss Black, and the wood soaked it up.
Just the drawer fronts of course.
And I sprayed the knobs in silver as long as I was painting the blue dresser's hardware.
And Viola! Or Voila. Kinda. Thom, your shirts are peeking out!
Anyway, shiny, glossy, with a whole new vibe and a brand new look for about $12!
My men treat the world like it's cast iron.