Last night, after seeing the phenominal
Jeffery Lewis Band and slumming it grand with new and amazing colleague
Victoria, I encountered this in a garbage pile outside my glamorous
Inwood apartment building:
It was full of filth, and smelled like it had spent the 60-something years since its manufacture inside a cigar bar. Still, I loved its sexy rounded corners and deco handle, so I dragged it inside.
This morning, I hoofed it to my workshop for some rehab. It turned out that under the cigar-tar, the entire thing had been wrapped in gold-flecked contact paper:
It's barely visible, but it was super dramatic at the time.
I peeled the crap off, stripped the paint, sanded it for consistant texure, and gave it a coat of paste wax.
I am quite happy with my new-n-free arts-n-crafts armoir:
1 comment:
oh too cool. i have some of these painted cabinets and taking them down to bare metal makes them so modern looking. Good job. Recycling furniture is good for the enviroment and the wallet. I have an end table my husband brought home from NYC trash, and we live in Iowa.
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