It started off like this-upside down.
Some kind of hinky knobs had to be drilled and wedged off.
A view of the top no magic could fix.
Two nice details-maybe they can be salvaged.
I Bondo'd every crack and scrape.
Just like the Karate Kid, "wipe the paint on-it wiped right off".
This was supposed to be the undercoat, but was just a waste of paint.
Hit it with a Zinsser oil.
I didn't even think I could attach the shelves I made. Pressed board is just sawdust and glue.
It started taking on a life, but in the back of my brain I thought this is a "NO GO".
It really looked pretty if you had your glasses off and weren't sure what you were looking at.
Ready to go out the door, and.........
A two foot tumble cracked the base, ruined the knobs......
broke off parts that could not be re-constituted....
...and buckled the sides, displacing the top.
North Royalton has a new trash service called, Rumpke, and a call to them had them promising that if it was dismantled and placed next to my trash on Monday, they could make it disappear. Like magic.
Right now, I want to sleep, but I'm off to do........
Just kidding....a glimpse of my shabby chic signs that will be happening in the near future. Cute segue though. Huh? I am going to sleep! I have an early rise to finish the hardest alteration I've ever done just by sheer volume. Nine skirts/hems, and 5 of them are crinoline, 3 tulle, 1 acetate and 1 crepe de chine. And then a pressing. I have visions of an I Love Lucy skit while I'm cutting hems.
Night night. And, as Paddy just wished me, "Angels on your pillow."