This old trunk sat at my parent's house for years. And years.
It's very large and was taking up too much space so it was given to me.
It sat in my house for years. And years.
It was in my son's room for quite awhile but last year we moved it downstairs.
You know, so I could do something with it.
I filled it up with books and crap.
And it sat one more year.
Mostly it collected dog bones and tennis balls until Bruce needed them.
You will all understand when I say that one evening something lit a fire under my ass
and I grabbed my ASCP Old White and slapped some on the top of the trunk.
I wasn't loving it yet.
So it sat for a few months.
But alas, a new fire was lit!
I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it.
I ran to Hobby Lobby for stickers, grabbed my can of MMS dark wax and got busy.
Thirty minutes later, the top was finished.
I am going to work on the rest of it this week- and then do a touch of distressing on the letters.
The orange-y wood was covered up with two coats of paint and one coat of wax.
I love how the wax picks up all the imperfections.
I need to buy new old hardware for it and I may even line it with cedar.
There's always next year.
Or the next.
Who is P. Harrington you ask?
Be glad, it will come to you.