Rebekah wanted a sewing cabinet that meant business. Drawers, extra space, the whole shebang. What she found was this neglected hunk-o-junk that screamed “firewood” to me. But she knew…
This before table had a two-tone look going on. An interesting, what-the-heck-is-going-on-with-this-table’s-finish-did-you-start-to-re-finish-this-table-and-got-bored-two-minutes-in-so-you-left-it-like-for-so-long-that-it-got-damaged-on-the-other-side-from-regular-wear-and-tear-so-you-finally-got-sick-of-it-and-hauled-it-outside-sold-it-on-craigslist look. I don’t know if that’s what really happened, but that’s what happened in my head. Anyway,…
