When we moved into our house in Rochester, a pair of these nifty little night tables were part of the package.
They proved useful, if not comely.
Since it's been unseasonably warm this week, I decided to bite the bullet and make them less hideous. (Yes, there was spray paint involved. What, did you think I was actually going to use paint stripper and other scary stuff like that to refinish something? Really?)
We started with the traditional nightstand-in-the-kiddie-pool-cum-paint-dropcloth scenario, as usual. (Seriously, BEST dropcloth ever.)
A couple of coats of primer and things were looking good. (Well, better, anyway.)
But here's the real improvement:
Even The Huz, who is violently opposed to the painting of wood, voiced his approval.