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.