Here’s the story for this little piece. Remember the little yellow cabinet that was supposed to hold my clothing but just didn’t work out for that purpose? I found a replacement. And it was free.
One Sunday night whilst out and about I came across this lonely and very disheveled piece on the curb awaiting a sympathetic soul before the Monday morning garbage truck arrived. I drove by. Drove by again and this time got out to investigate but thought it was too filthy to bring home, so I went home. But that piece was in my brain so I asked my husband to go check it out (read “please bring it home”), and he did.
The top was covered in about seven inches of dust and general been-sitting-in-the-garage-for years-yuck but it was intact and had all the original hardware. We stripped the paint which literally came off in sheets and now it is ready to be repainted, probably a crisp clean white, no gold details. And I’ll line the drawers with a pretty, vintage wallpaper.
Just another few day’s work and it will be put back to use.