I can’t help it. I love old dressers. Something about how functional and fabulous they can be. In the dining room: a buffet. In the bedroom: a clever night stand. In the nursery: a changing table.
They are scattered all over my house. It started with this one: a small and pretty starter dresser for E.’s room. I bought it in Arizona shortly before she was born and was actually painting it when I went into labor with her (painting technique to come under separate post). I plan to paint it again, this time to match the new color scheme in the room.
I loved it so much I couldn’t wait to collect and find a use for another one. Shortly before leaving Washington, I found this one, now our hall table. It still needs refinishing, and some decisions about what other collections should nest on its top, but until then, its a rustic and charming addition:
And then, this weekend on my trip to the Raleigh flea market (yay, a flea market!) I got a great deal on these next two and HAD to have them. This one is about the height of a coffee table (another clever use), and will perch at the end of E.’s bed – a storage bench small enough to get into herself.
Fifteen minutes later, I found this piece in a custom-pillow booth. The business owner had used it as a desk and no longer needed it. It will make itself home in our bonus room as the T.V. stand:
(Oh, and something else I can’t help – lists. Which is why I found myself visually tallying up the many uses for a dresser with another font color).