I have had this old dresser/side table/whatever you want to call it since my mom handed it down to me when I moved out in college. It was her grandfather's (I think..?) and she didn't want to get rid of it. In my first apartment, the tv sat on it. When I had Lake, it became his nightstand and I decoupaged some old Western magazine covers on the doors to match his cowboy themed room. It was very cute. Well, when we ditched the cowboy room and decided to redo it and get those magazines off the doors, I was disappointed to find out what a task that was. Those suckers were stuck. In the garage it went. With cowboy doors. For a long time.
My father-in-law decided it would be a good project for him and he took it home with him after one of his visits. A few years later...he sends it back, completely stripped and good as new. His one request was that I didn't PAINT it, since it had been such a beast to get back to the original wood.
I stained the dresser, spray painted the knobs with white but left a little red showing through and then put glaze on top, and brought it in.
And here it is. In its new spot. Cozy by the front door.