When I was 18 years old my Mom took me out and bought me a “hope chest.” At the time I picked it out I just loved it and thought, “Well, this will never go out of style.”
Fast forward 22 years later. It sits at the end of my bed looking so 80’s to me. However, it still serves a purpose. We store our warm blankets in there and sit on it to tie our shoes, so I wasn’t ready to get rid of it. But I did think it could use a little sprucing up or down as the case may be. I first decided to try and “white wash” it. It didn’t turn out exactly the way I had hoped.
I needed to fix my mistake fast. So I slapped some Milk paint on that bad boy and watched it begin to distress itself. I love the way that the Milk paint naturally bubbles up and peels off. Here you can see what I mean.
I was much happier with this finished product. I do have to admit I have a bit of hesitation putting this post up in fear my poor mother will have a heart attack. I love it, though! Makes me feel like I have a new piece of furniture and my kids can’t do a thing to it to jack it up!
See what I mean? Can’t even get the kids out of my pictures much less my room.
the spoon and the thimble 