A rose by any other name...

I bought this at Goodwill for half price, though even at half price it was about $15 too much. But I took a chance on it, seeing that it had good potential.

Don't even get me started on Goodwill prices. Sometimes there will be an end table with dog chewed legs and warped laminate top for $150, and sometimes there will be a whole dining set for $25. Is it a calculated choice made by some manager? Or just over-worked warehouse guys marking randomly? Who knows... the mysteries of the universe.

So I brought this baby home and had my freakishly strong 12 year old daughter help me carry it in. It was super heavy.

Took off some ugly scalloped deals from the nineties, sanded, painted, painted, sanded, painted, sanded. Then I decided to doors needed something. I love this blog called the graphics fairy. She scans actual paper and cards and stuff so that she can get a large file so that her readers can print in larger sizes. It's all genuine vintage. I found a rose design from an old perfume ad that she had posted. I cut and decoupaged it onto the front, then used my cream paint to make a glaze to fade the colors. Then added many layers of clear matte spray paint.

I posted it on Craigslist an hour
ago
... wish me luck...

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Black Roll Top

You can see in the after pictures I am messing with staging and lighting... quite frustrated with the while photography angle. I am not a photographer, and never will be. I don't have the talent.

This roll top I bought for $15 at a yard sale. It was a sort of medium maple color. It sold for a nice increase a day after this picture was taken. I had a nice streak of good luck.**SOLD**

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Entertainment Armoire

I bought this piece right after I delivered another piece (black rolltop, post forthcoming).

My "work space" is ok for certain things, but the lighting is just about as bad as it could possibly be. There are sharp angles of light and shade, with no place that I can stand and get a good clean shot. My Evo has a good 8mp camera, but for some reason it doesn't take the best pictures. So bear with me.

This one sold just today. I went with a new cream on the outside, a good amount of distressing (I would call it a 7 out of 10) and a nice deep red for all the inside parts.**SOLD**

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Dresser

I forgot to take a before picture of this. It was a kind of rustic, raw, southwest dresser. It actually looked good already.

I added a layer of my cream $1 paint and sanded it down, then tried my hand at glazing. I loved the way this turned out. I wanted to keep it. But I posted it and sold it pretty quick for a tidy profit.**SOLD**

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Desk I Needed Bad

I had been looking for a desk that I could fix up and keep.

I found this at a garage sale down the street. I picked it up for $35, down from the $50 he asked for. Am I proud of my skills? Yes.

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Post Tax Filing Armoire

I discovered this app for my HTC Evo, which runs on the Droid operating system, which I love almost as a son (it seems like a boy) called craigsnotifica. It's a really weird name and I suspect the author is foreign. But this app simply rocks. You enter your criteria for Craigslist, as in location, price range, keywords, etc., and this app notifies you the second something is posted.

So if you browse Craigslist often, you know that there are a lot of folks out there who just don't care to make money, they just want to get rid of their stuff. One guy posted a whole bedroom set for $45, and I missed it. The good stuff goes in minutes, sometimes seconds, if the seller will hold the item for the first guy who calls.

Well now I get the ad in my phone in seconds, and I click the number and reach the seller in seconds. I have a supreme Craigslist advantage. At least over people who don't have this app. I realize posting this info may tip a few people off, and I may lose some of the edge I feel I have, but its worth it. This app must be shared.

So Newell and I were getting our taxes done, and the dude helping us was supremely slow. A process that should take an hour, tops, is taking more like three. I get my first craigsnotifica ad. The magical little peace sign that pops up in the upper left hand corner of the screen.

I start panicking because its something I really want at a price that I love. But we are stuck with Mr. Tax Man in a too warm H&R Block, and I know the clock is seriously ticking. So in between deductions and credits and income questions, I am desperately texting the seller, telling her I am coming soon.

Finally we get out of there. My husband is not too happy about what I call my "furniture habit." He was kind enough to help out though.

We picked up this little cream colored armoire. I was a little disappointed to discover that it was, in fact, not solid wood, but laminate over MDF.

But the price was still right.

I painted it black, then distressed it. It sold within a day or two.**SOLD**

Here is the result.

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Giant Desk with Painful Results

I watch a blog called junkrestore.com and one day as I browsed through I noticed the author, Tara, was selling a desk that looked quite old and had a true primitive shape. Sort of blocky, with a large, deep surface. The price was great and I knew I could fix it and turn a nice profit.

So she very kindly delivered it to my house, even though I happened to be gone when she got there. My 12 year old daughter helped her. In retrospect, I cannot fathom how two little women managed this thing.

I got home and loaded it onto my furniture dolly, or as I like to call it, my second husband, and started dragging it through the yard to my work area/back porch. I hadn't yet discovered the magic of the strap that this dolly has, so the desk was riding bare back all the way. It tipped and tethered but I managed to get there without incident.

Then as I am attempting to gently ease it down, I lost control, and it seemed to suddenly become ten times heavier then it had been a moment before. My nine year old son, Ethan, was standing nearby and it fell, top down, onto the top of his foot, near his ankle. The darn thing didn't even pause in its descent. It slammed hard onto the concrete and Ethan proceeded to scream like a siren for a full sixty seconds.

I picked him up and took him in the house, lest a neighbor think someone was being tortured, and gingerly removed his sock. It looked bad... real bad. For the first time since I became a mother 9 years ago, I realized I was going to have to take a child to the emergency room.

I loaded him up in the van and drove to Banner Ironwood, a brand spanking new facility serving the greater san tan valley area. I was surprised at the ... well the customer service. They were friendly and the male receptionist did not even breathe the word "insurance" just gently clipped Ethans bracelet on and sent us to the comfy waiting room.

After an hour of waiting and x-rays ( and a pretty nurse bringing him PB&j and an orthopedic nurse doing a Patch Adams impersonation, making Ethan smile for the first time since we got there) they determined that the bones were sound and that he needed to stay off of it and wear a splint and use crutches. He could not have been more delighted. Especially since he was flying high on Tylenol with Codiene ...

I digress. I mustered up the courage to press forward, despite serious fears that my hobby was going to hurt my children, and came up with a game plan.

I decided to keep the weathered siding and simply brush it lightly with some cream latex paint I found in the oops paint section of Home Depot for $1. Then I sanded and mended the top, stained it a dark brown, with no red in it, and added a coat of high gloss, oil based poly. The contrast of the smooth, yet still rustic top and the super weathered distressed sides came out nice.

I posted it on Craigslist and it sold the next day.

My son has forgiven me, but has since developed a fear of large furniture.