Once upon a time, I found some gross furniture. Like really gross. And maybe I find gross furniture all the time and then put it in my garage until you can't walk through it anymore full of "undiscovered potential" (which is true btw), hence, why I'm PRACTICALLY FORCED to make it pretty again. So there you have it. My conscience  is forcing me to do this okay? It's not because I enjoy taking up every bit of extra space with old furniture  *cough* dad *cough*

Below you can find all of the pieces I've refinished!