Last summer, I was up early one Saturday yard-saling. ( I don't know if yard-saling is actually a word, but I have decided that it definitely should be). At one sale, I noticed a set of old lockers laying in the grass near the sidewalk. Now, truthfully I wasn't entirely sure if they were part of the sale or had been set out for the garbage but either way I knew I wanted them. I paid 10 dollars for them and at the time I was pretty sure I overpaid. They were painted a nasty beige color and were covered in rust, dirt, and spiderwebs but I knew they were going to be great. My yard-saling partner, Lindsay and I managed to shove the heavy steel beast into my SUV, even though it really didn't fit. I should have realized that was a sign of things to come.
I really wanted to take these lockers to the bare, polished metal. Soooo...I stripped the paint off with a chemical stripper and a lot of elbow grease...and they looked filthy. I cleaned them and they got more rusty. I removed the rust and they looked filmy. And the rust came back. I tried to seal them with a clear sealer and they looked more filmy and more rusty. I pulled out my hair a bit and it is quite possible there was some wailing and gnashing of teeth. And I finally decided it was time to give up my dream of bare, polished metal and just be done with them already. So my awesome husband sawed off the rusted-out legs and I gave them a few coats of spray paint and declared them finished.
I think they just might be my favorite furniture re-do thus far.