Brother-in-Law’s Chest

3-drawer-chest-before

What more is there to say about in-laws that hasn’t already been expressed Henny Youngman or Jay Leno’s joke writers.  Like this one:

A woman woke her husband in the middle of the night and told him “there is a burglar downstairs in the kitchen and he is eating the cake that my mother made for us.”
The husband said, “who shall I call, the police or an ambulance?”

Take my brother-in-law, a CPS teacher who spent many summers trekking through the UK and collecting antiques.  His apartment just off Melrose was full of gleaming old mahogany and silver.  After marriage and moving a few years ago, he cleared out of some of the rejects, like a nondescript 3-drawer chest with an old timey antique kit finish.  He’d used it for storage, something my house was short on, so I brought it home and did the same.

It’s now ready for a makeover. The above picture is similar to my brother-in-law’s chest, but grabbed from flickr since I’ve already started on the redo with an overall sanding and coat of white paint.  I’m doing a juvenile theme, one that will require a roll of masking tape in the production.