We recently came across a very damaged and orphaned dresser that we adopted despite our better judgement. The back supports were replaced and the pressboard primed. The exterior of the dresser received several coats of primer but the scars remained. It was clear that this particular dresser was never going to be an elegant accoutrement to a lady’s boudoir. It could, however, make a decidedly fun addition to an upcycling hippie’s closet.
The drawers were papered with pages from a proof copy of a nature book I wrote for middle-graders, and some vintage drawer pulls were added. After that, I opened the paints and let them do as they will.
The result is a decidedly girly hippie dresser that brings a smile to my face. I look forward to waking up in my little house in the woods and seeing this message cheerfully welcoming the day:
Once upon a time there was a treadle sewing machine, who stitched and stitched and stitched and stitched. She worked so hard and grew so weary that she was finally allowed to rest. But even as she rested, water seeped in and corroded her treadle, disintegrated her belts, and fed the fungus that ate away at her wood. Unloved and dirty, unable to stitch and too weary to cry, she was hidden away and left for lost.
Decades past until at last came a human who took her in, who oiled her treadle and scrubbed at her rust and undid her screws and removed all that rotten wood. There were some very strange noises and some very long waits, but sure enough she began to feel better. She felt alive and new, fresh and young, reborn and resurrected.
And she didn’t feel very much like stitching at all. She only wished to be still and offer up a flat surface just right for figuring or writing, drawing or doodling, journalling or scribbling. So that’s just what she did.
And she lived happily ever after (as a writing desk).
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