It’s true. My dresser killed me this weekend.
The dresser I’ve been chronicling (see past posts here, here, and here) for the last few months nearly brought me to tears. I spent 6+ hours scraping paint this weekend. I even have blisters. Ugh! With that said, I *think* I’m moving in the right direction. Be jealous you didn’t spend your weekend scraping/sanding paint…
After day one of scraping, the concrete was littered with pieces of paint.
Day two of scraping rolled around, and by the late afternoon, both Kyle and our neighbor Michael felt sorry for me and came to the party. Thank goodness for more hands!
Right now the dresser is resting inside, and I’m gearing up for round two next weekend. I believe we’ve uncovered some lovely tiger wood, and I like what I see. Believe me, I wouldn’t spend this much time on a piece that we’ll only have for a few years. I think this is a classic piece we’ll have for a long time, so I’m willing to put in some elbow grease for a pretty item we’ll have forever.
I still have a bit more sanding to do, and then it will be time for some shellac and polyurethane action.
And at last, this never-ending project will be complete. Believe me, I’m not holding my breathe:).