My parents brought me over this desk, originally because “they couldn’t find a place for it.” I had a sneaking suspicion it was to have me paint it. They were giving me the bait and switch. I knew as soon as I painted it, they would find it a home. Lucky for them, I was on to the hoax from the beginning. So I kindly attacked the piece that they have had all of my life with a bucket of white paint.
Here’s the after!
Now all she needs is some new hardware and she has another life left in her!