First, do no harm. Primum non nocere.
Have you ever wanted to make a true, lover of antiques gasp? Tell them that you plan to paint a piece of furniture. It doesn't matter that the veneer is peeling in 74 places and the drawers are all collapsed inward, to them, the beauty is in the age. That it has survived to be old, that alone, is a feat in itself.
Ummm, ya. Not so much for me. I often have to stop and remind myself, audibly at times, that I can not always make it better with paint. Sometimes, a piece is truly beautiful just as it is.
This wardrobe is one of those pieces for me. I love it. I love it. I love it.
Seriously, how much I love it would probably be illegal in the State of California. Have you ever noticed how many things are forbidden or cause sickness only in California? I couldn't live there, I would be afraid of everything!
Sorry, sometimes I get a little sidetracked.
When saw this at an auction, I was smitten. I love the crackles in the mirror.
I can just imagine the faces of generations past looking at themselves as they got ready for the day. This piece has lived through things I never will. It existed while history was being made. And it is still here. That is amazing to me.
At the risk of sounding like an antique lover, I will leave it alone. I promise, with my hand on the wardrobe. On my honor, I will ~ First, do no harm.