Furniture Rehab

To appreciate this blog you must first read "Pam's Old Stuff" from November 2009.

Go ahead. I'll wait.

Now you are reminded of Laura's ability to see a diamond in the rough and our shared ability to move incredibly heavy things between houses. Also, you are reminded that Daughter-of-Lady-who-Bought-the-Crock hates my guts.

I mention all this because the cabinet Laura rescued from Pam's garage has had a make over! Well, so far it's really just a trip to the spa or something, because it is stripped to bare wood (by a professional stripper! Ha! Did she take it to Larry Flint's?) but not dolled up with fresh stain or polyurethane or anything. It's actually still sort of disassembled.

It is regrettable that there was no one on the street that day in November to take our picture. It would have been a grand photo for the blog because we were in prime form: Laura (petite little Italian girl) and Nancy (largish Nordic girl) both laughing all the way down the Boulevard... Hudson whining his head off... the cabinet perched precariously atop a very rusty Radio Flyer... flakes of lead paint flying off the cabinet with the slightest breeze... generations of brown recluse spiders scurrying deeper into the cabinet's rotted crevasses.

This is an artist's rendition of the scene:

And this is the cabinet now, stripped and clean, sitting in Laura's garage, ready for its make-over:

The stripper (giggle giggle!) said this is an excellent early 1900s piece and could be worth big bucks once it is finished. But Laura has a lot of work ahead of her. The stripper (snort!) is from St. Louis and was smitten with our neighborhood. Laura quickly pointed out all the lovely homes for sale. Did she put in a plug for the blog? Let's hope.

The signs are already out for Friday's sales. We'll be skivving at 7AM. See ya' tomorrow, Readers!