a dixie desk for a dixie chick
I feel like it’s been forever since my last post. I have been so. beyond. busy. Between working at my full-time job and then coming home to work in my shop, I’ve been pulling 15-18 hour days…
But on the bright side, I’ve got some really fun projects coming up that I can’t wait to share with you!
Today’s flip is actually pretty embarrassingly funny. Here’s the backstory:
I’ve been “unofficially” re-doing furniture, painting, designing etc. since as long as I can remember.
I painted my mom’s entire kitchen (cabinets included) when I was about 15 as a surprise for her while she was at work.
...in hindsight I realize how cool my mom is for taking that in stride.
I painted and redecorated my room no less than 10 times before I left for college. Including a brief stint with sponge paint.
I picked up pieces from the side of the road before it was socially acceptable.
I hoarded free AOL CDs and strung them up in my room from dental floss in an attempt to create a make-shift chandelier.
It all brings me to here, to today. I could have never predicted that my predisposition to repurpose would grow from a hobby to a flourishing business.
I promise there’s a point to this story, so let’s cut to it. Today’s piece is a desk that I picked up off the side of the road when I was 16.
A Dixie desk.
I loved the Dixie Chicks.
It was meant to be.
It’s seen about 3 different “flips” over the course of the last 10 years. It started out white, then briefly turned beige with a decoupaged top made with old book pages and finished up like this:
So I’ve had this latest iteration in my bedroom for the last few years and every time I walked by, it would taunt me… “you crazy lady, tone me down, pronto!” I swear it said that to me out loud, in english.
So last month Jeff drove down to Atlantic City to grab dinner and do some gambling with a friend who was back in town. I hate gambling, so I stayed home. And decided to redo the bedroom. In 4 hours. Basically all I did was shove everything under the bed and buy a new bed set. Classy.
And I somehow managed to lug this desk down a flight of stars and outside. By that point I was sweating and called my father in law to help me carry it out to the workshop.
And there it sat.
Taunting me. All over again.
Until I got a text message from my friend and ex co-worker, Jackie, asking me if I had any desks for sale. Well, by golly, I sure did!
We decided on white with glass knobs. A classic, beautiful choice.
Some elbow grease, sweat and a lot of profanities went into this little lady.
I’m really thrilled with how she turned out and I’m so excited to pass her along to her new home.
There’s a fly on the front spindle leg. I just noticed. Damn it. Please disregard.
I hope Miss Dixie finds as much tender, loving care in her now home as she found with me!