Eleanor Roosevelt aka. Grace Kelly
This dresser re-do is still one of my favorites. Sadly, Eleanor and I had to part ways recently. She just is too big and heavy to fit in my adorable little apartment. No worries, though! She found a new home with someone who adores her almost as much as I do!
If you follow me on Facebook I posted a picture of this sad beauty. And you all thought she was lovely and gave me wonderful advice on paint colors. If you don’t follow me on Facebook or Twitter…you should. I post random, ridiculous status’ and fun stuff.
I had named her Grace Kelly. At first. She had seemed so delicate and lovely.
Most decorator/restorers/designers have something they use for inspiration to decide colors and such. For furniture, I name my pieces. My kids have long ago gotten used to me talking to furniture. Poor kids. I look at a piece and I determine what personality they have…what celebrity they would be. And that influences me. Strange. But, it works.
Here is Captain…
See!! Told you!
Anyways, back to Eleanor. She was Grace Kelly. And then we moved her. Beast!! She is a beast! Definitely not dainty. And…the more I looked at her the more I realized she had strength, and toughness, and was not a force to reckon with. But, still a lady. Of importance.
She is oak with beautiful wood carvings, turned legs, and original hardware. But she was a mess. And damaged. Someone didn’t love her…darned it! I struggled with what to do with her. I couldn’t decide if I should repair as much as I could, even replacing damaged wood pieces. Or, if I should let her be. Back to the name again. Eleanor Roosevelt was a lady that you wouldn’t dare suggest wasn’t exactly the way she was supposed to be. So, I told Eleanor (the furniture) that I wouldn’t give her plastic surgery.
But, we did agree on some cover-up in places.
Do you see that damage…missing pieces? I felt so bad for her. She simply had a light coat of DIY chalk paint in lovely pink on those carvings. I didn’t even fill the cracks or paint where the missing pieces were. She was beautiful in all her damage.
Both of her legs were like this. (Ignore the dirty floor. I didn’t clean for you) I put my foot down and told her she needed cover-up if I couldn’t replace it all together. So, I just painted them so it wouldn’t be as noticeable. She seemed to tolerate it well.
I gave her top a great sea blue color, her body a very “grunge” gray both in homemade DIY chalk paint. And then distressed the whole thing. I sure couldn’t make it all shiny and new with that damage.
I kept her original hardware, even the wonky piece there. Although, her and I are arguing about using Rub N’ Buff on them to make them gold. We’ll see who wins.
And there she is. She is lovely, isn’t she. Stately, regal, and imperfect. Just like a lady of an advanced age should look. I think. (Unless, you are advanced (in age) and don’t like me saying that. )