So, I found this jewelry box in my local thrift store. It was $4.00. I thought about its potential while I walked around the store, and then I left it there. An ugly, lonely little thing, sitting on the shelf.
The thought of fixing up that jewelry box tortured me the entire night. The next morning, I rushed back to the store, grabbed that hideous little jewelry box and held it tightly to my chest as though someone might take it from me. But they didn't, of course, because look at it! It was a special kind of ugly.
But the lines! The shape! The doors and the drawers! I loved them all. And the $4 price? Well, I loved that the most.
What I didn't love was the color of the wood. And all the scratches. And the painted flowers. And the nasty old flocked felt stuff that lined the drawers, oh my.
So I stripped the drawers:
And James and I filled the scratches and gave it about 100 coats of white paint:
And I mod podged some dark brown paper on the front (it's not yet dry in this picture):
And I mod podged on some pretty paper:
And I lined the drawers with matching paper from the same paper stack:
The back of the jewelry box refused to take paint, so I covered it with paper, too:
I filled it with new clippies and bracelets (and wrote a little note to Ella on the bottom of the box) and gave it to my sweet daughter on Christmas.
She loves it.
And then today, because "We share in this family!" (as Ella is so fond of screaming at her brother when she wants something), it was also turned into Peyton's Droid Tri-Fighter landing pad:
So, here's the BEFORE:
And here's the AFTER:
Go, little jewelry box, go!