Be still my beating heart...

When I spotted this, it was looking more than a bit sad.  Sat under a tarp trying to avoid the rain, wood-stain as dark as the rain laden skies.

But 

I recognised straight away that she was a lady no less, who had  once been quite fine but had sadly seen herself fallen on hard times.  

Whispering 'oh my goodness what a treasure' words I loaded 'her' into the car and bought her home for a spot of TLC.
My eldest son is partially responsible too, I spotted her earlier and wanted a second opinion...he agreed that it could be a thing of beauty.

Sugar soaped and handles removed she was looking forlorn and I think possibly questioning my wisdom.

However a coat of Annie Sloan later and she came back inside, looking happier, cleaner and on the road to recovery/renovation!

Others passed by her, making appreciative noises.  Some ran their hands along the lines, others smiled as they mentally found a spot to re-house her.

And here she is...

barely recognisable from how I found her.  

Paint was mixed, the right colour befitting this fine old gal...

I uhmmed and ahhhed {as I tend to do} over handles, then decided to keep her original ones which are really quite lovely.

A light wash over the handles just to pick up the detail.

So what do you think?

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