There’s nothing I love more than a hand-me-down piece of furniture that has been in the family for years. Sure, I love to refinish any old thing, but knowing the story behind a piece really makes the end product that much more fulfilling.
This past fall, after announcing our pregnancy to our family, Kurt’s Mimi and Pappa were quick to offer an old child’s armoire they had stowed away in their back shed. Knowing the size of our nursery, which is not big at all, I highly doubted anything else would fit, especially an armoire, which in my head was huge. A couple months later, we made the trip to their house for Christmas and we finally got to rest our eyes on the child’s armoire that had once been Mimi’s.