Refinishing a Buffet
Before we even had closed on the house, we had a moment of reckoning at a garage sale around the corner from our home in Virginia.
These people down the street were moving away, and they were desperate to pare down their stuff. There were some rugs, DVDs, clothes, and other items that didn’t matter to me. Behind it all, though, was the buffet.
This photo doesn’t even show the ham-handedness of the paint job.
I saw it and I was immediately drawn to it. Even as my heart beat faster and I imagined running home to get my husband, I thought “You are a nut job. Where are you going to put this?” Well, DUH. In the house in Maine.
The house we didn’t yet actually own.