Much to Grahm's chagrin, I'm on Craigslist way more than any sane person should be. I've had some hilarious encounters, killer finds, and every once in a while, I strike crazy-craft-lady gold.
Last weekend, I found the perfect desk. Stunning handles. Beautiful legs. More character than the first few pages of War & Peace. (Seriously, Tolstoy. Our tiny attention spans can only handle so many people in two pages.) Since I had been searching for a desk to renovate for several months now (I'm picky), I was all over this like rat on a Cheeto.
Oh, did I mention it was only $25? I was drooling.
I grabbed Grahm, and we scurried across town to meet this lady who was all too anxious to get rid of it.
The desk was well loved to say the least. Time had certainly taken its toll on its fragile frame. It even had a pretty awesome Harry Potter scar. (Grahm wanted to climb into the drawer to see what magical world it would take us to. I then had to remind him that he was thinking of Narnia.) Obviously, we had to name the desk Potter.
Baby and I set to work in our garage with my Annie Sloane paint, wood fill, wax, and sandpaper. I did the top in Coco and the body in Old White. I absolutely love the contrast.
After some distressing, I put clear wax over the entire piece. Aren't those handles divine?
Now to find the perfect chair and artwork for my new favorite spot in the house... Etsy, anyone?
(Thanks to my sweet Booger Buns who took all the fabulous pictures.)