I inherited a sewing cabinet from my husbands Grandma- it wasn't hers but whoever had it asked that it stayed in the family. First of all. This thing weighs more than an elephant! Its ridiculously heavy and (it can't be very old, maybe late 70's) the darn sewing machine inside it doesn't even work. I like the cabinet and I've seriously thought of taking the sewing machine out of it and using the cabinet as a cute little storage table... But we'll see. I'm not sure if I would get in trouble if I pull it all apart like that. I was tired of the color of it and decided that I wanted it to be white. So, BIG SURPRISE--- I painted it! ;) Nothing in my house stays the same for long. So if anyone gives me something they probably shouldn't be too attached to how it looked when they gave it to me. My husband has come to terms with me and my crazy painting/decorating ways. That is true love right there.
It only had two of four pulls when I got it so I took off the old ones and replaced them