One day, we picked up a cabinet.
It was large and it had a top and a bottom piece. I knew 100% it would fit upstairs between the two windows and would be the PERFECT bookcase.
We have voracious readers who live upstairs and a bookshelf would be a welcome addition to their space.
It would be the exact size and I already had plans roaming around my head. It would be painted and the backs of the shelves would have glass and I would make the glass look old using a treatment I had read about on Pinterest and so on and so on and so on.
The words in my head ramble just like they ramble on this page
It didn’t fit.
Dang it! Now what do I do with this huge piece of furniture that I no longer have a place for?
I still demo’d both pieces. I collected all the knobs and screws and bolts. Does anyone else lose pieces?
It was a beautiful shade of honey oak. Not bad but definitely not the look I was going for.
I began to prime both pieces.
And then I had a moment.
A moment when I said to myself, “Self, why do you need both pieces? I bet, if you made an entertainment/buffet cabinet look super cute, maybe you could sell it.”
Plan B included:
Making a new top
Trimming out the new top
Staining the new top and trim
Painting and sealing the bottom of the cabinet
Painting the hardware
Finding out how to put it all back together.
I might have asked for help. Those funky little laches trip me up all the time.
A cute guy helped me.
She turned out beautiful and now my beautiful friend has a little part of me in her dining room.
I love it when someone I know buys one of my pieces.
I asked if she would share how she decorated it and it is so lovely.
On to the next project.
Just wait, it’s a doozy.