Years ago I inherited a dresser. It's nothing spectacular, and if I had to guess it was built using leftover apple crates. I think it was made by my great-grandfather in the late thirties or early forties. And I still have no idea how I ended up with it. I do know that no matter how ratty the damn thing got my mother refused to get rid of it, so years ago my step-dad sighed and painted it before putting new pulls on it.
Of course when I moved out I got to take everything that was in my bedroom with me - including the dresser. The paint was starting to flake and one of the pulls had fallen off, so my husband asked if we could strip it, sand it down, and then repaint it. Since we repainted a bookcase a few summers back, I didn't really see an issue with that. Of course the contents of the dresser are currently strewn about guest room - mostly various cosplay pieces.
With most everything stripped and sanded down, I started repainting the drawers yesterday. I got one coat of paint on yesterday after getting done with my various other errands and tasks, and then realized that the second coat wouldn't be done by the time my husband got home from work. With his bike not having a kickstand he can't store it in the little shed our complex has for bikes, so it lives on our balcony. Which is also where we're currently trying to refinish this dresser.
Three coats of paint later the drawers are done, which means I need to finish sanding the dresser, but I need to ask my husband what parts need to be finished. I think he's got the top done, which means I just have to get the last of the paint off of the sides and then I can repaint that sucker. With summer here (finally - it's been spring since mid-March), the weather is perfect for getting all of this done. Also, I want my dresser back.
In other news, I'm going to be helping a friend at the pub at the local Scottish Fest on Saturday, so I have to wait until Monday to see the latest episode of Korra
. I've never actually attended Scottish Fest before, which is kind of sad seeing as I'm of Scottish descent. (No, really. I know I talk about my Cuban heritage a lot, but I can trace my family to Clan Campbell, thank you very much, in just two generations. It also explains the ginger highlights that are in my hair naturally. I've just opted to go red all over with a little help from a bottle.) I'm going to be sitting at the entrance of the pub checking wrist bands to make sure that no underage kids get in. I imagine it'll be a drunker, if not as smelly, experience not unlike checking badges in the game rooms at Anime Expo. I'll be doing it with my friend travellyr
, and I'll also get a couple of breaks where I can actually go out and check out the rest of the Fest. I want to see if I can find a scarf in my clan tartan. (Look up the Campbell tartan, it's freakin' gorgeous.)