A New Changing Station: Swallowing My Pride

A couple years ago, a good friend of the Husband bought all his roommate’s furniture and then promptly left the country, passing said furniture around to his friends to sell, use, or store as needed. We ended up with a bed frame and two huge bedside tables, none of which were my style, but both of which got incorporated into our home anyway. A few months ago, the matching dresser found its way into our garage, accompanied by a promise that the Husband would sell it as soon as possible and get it out of the way. I responded by washing my hands of the garage. It was officially his domain.

And then, I bought a stash of cloth diapers. Suddenly, my delicate, vintage, naturally shabby chic dresser didn’t cut it.

We were going to sell the dresser in the garage sale last weekend, but as the Husband prepared to lug it from the garage to the front, I swallowed my pride and stopped him. Turned out, he’d been feeling the exact same way about our diaper changing station. Even with disposable diapers, he said, there was no where to put anything down. Besides, perhaps even more than me, he really wanted to get the monster dresser out of the garage.

So, Tuesday night, we popped a soother in Isabel’s mouth, tucked her into her swing, and got to work. It was heavy. Awkward. And it would not fit up those stairs. It took us two tries to determine that there was no way we could wiggle it up the narrow passageway. All we needed was one more inch.

Cut off the legs, I said.

We can’t do that, the Husband said.

Yes we can. Cut them off. We don’t need them.

With some trepidation, the Husband pulled out his skill saw and cut the legs down approximately 2 inches, leaving a mere inch or so of leg behind. One more try. It was heavy. It was awkward. But, success! We made it, despite the gouges we left behind in the wall.

The dresser is still not really my style, but it fits our purposes a lot better, providing ample space on top for a comfortable diaper change and plenty of drawer space for my full cloth diaper stash, as well as a bunch of disposables. It also fits all of Isabel’s blankets, sleepers, and bibs; once I get to organizing, it will fit most of her clothes as well. Even better, every drawer only requires one hand to open – crucial for when I have a baby in my arms!

Now that we’ve officially made it ours by chopping off the legs, I’ve been thinking about what to do with it in order to make it more my style. Along with the new rocking chair, I’d like to paint or refinish it in some way. Paint it white, maybe, with some minty green on the drawers to match it to the crib? Or sand off the current finish and stain it dark, like the railing behind it or the dresser that used to sit in this space? New handles, definitely, but what style?

And now, I just have to find a place in our already full house for my pretty little vintage dresser – preferably not the garage!

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