Dane's New-ish cowboy dresser and desk:)

Well...I will just go ahead and admit it, I am CHEAP. Painfully cheap. As in- "there is no way I would ever pay full price or buy a new anything" kind of cheap. Besides, it is hard to get creative with new and expensive stuff. But, on the other hand, if you buy it used and cheap, then it frees you up to turn it into a one-of-a-kind piece that you can be proud of, without much fear of messing up.
Having said that, I do not want to sacrifice style or beauty just because I don't have a botomless bank account. Where I might have to skimp on money, I try to make up for in creativity.So, for this project, I bought a $40 dresser at a used furniture store (solid maple, with dovetailed drawers!) and a $20 desk from craigslist here are the before and afters. All it took was a couple of cans of good spray paint, modge podge, some scrapbook paper, and rub on polyurethane. Voila! I am pretty happy with the result.

 I probably could have changed the drawer pulls, but I kind of likes the old fashioned ones, sine his room is centered around a cowboy theme. It might be hard to tell by these pics, but the top drawer is a bandana fabric, and the bottom ones is red gingham.

So, for around $75 total, he now has a nifty dresser, and a desk of his own for a creative space:)

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