Remember the “last minute hutch“?
Well, it was so last minute that we didn’t finish it in time to take it to Lucketts. I thought that ended up being very fortunate, since I was contemplating keeping it, anyway. I figured the decision had just been made for me.
Then, I receive an Instagram message from someone who wanted to buy it. I really do think things like that happen for a reason and I felt like the decision had been made for me, again. I love the hutch, but given that we’re moving and we are being really picky about what we want to move, it’s best that I sell it to a buyer who has the perfect spot for it now and loves it as much as I do.
That was the whole point of buying and painting it, anyway, right? The time will come when I’m buying fabulous pieces of furniture to keep, but that’s not right now.
We had to finish one thing, though, and that thing was proving to be a total pain in the rear! We…well, when I say “we”, I really mean my dad… Anyway, he was trying to figure out the best way to install these little pieces of wood into a little notch inside each door. Nails would almost certainly split the wood or break the glass.
Two broken panes later and I was ready to scrap the idea of installing glass and shift gears to window screen instead. My dad was sure he could get the glass to work, so we stuck with it.
The installation involved gluing and clamping each piece of wood, which was tedious and time consuming, but it worked!
The key was applying just enough glue to make it stick, but not enough so it squeezed out onto the glass. And my dad was a champ at it.
It ended up looking nice and being a good solution for an old hutch like this one. (That’s one reason why I love working with used, less-than-perfect, antique furniture – it’s so forgiving!)
Of course, we painted it out today in Farmhouse White, so it blends in with the rest of the hutch.
And, when I say “we”, I mean Debbie.
See, I don’t really do any work anymore. I just sit around and watch Netflix and each dark chocolate squares.
No, no. Don’t pull that quote out of context! While Debbie was painting, guess what I was doing.
If you guessed packing, you’re right. I was packing up my storage closet in the studio. Since Debbie can’t decide which fabric rolls to keep and which to sell, I got that job and she did the painting.
It’ll all be over soon…