Someone was throwing away this trunk a few months ago. I love antiques, love refinishing things, and have a blessing and curse habit of seeing the potential in ugly, run-down items. And my house is woefully lacking in storage, so a big-ass trunk could serve double-duty as a table and place to stash shit.
This was as I found it, and it sat in the back of my truck for months. So… I don’t just have junk in the trunk, I had a junk trunk in the trunk. The tin on the bottom panel was peeling and rusting away, and where the lock should have been was a giant gaping hole covered by a piece of plywood.

Yesterday, I decided to give it a makeover. I started by… well, first by cleaning it, then by prying off that loose piece of tin, and amazingly didn’t rip my hands to shreds in the process, and covered the center panels with embossed wallpaper, to give it the look of embossed tin, and to hide the hole where the lock should have been. Here it is at that stage, with my cat Gypsy.

First coat of paint…

Black paint added to the bands…

After adding metallic paint to the hardware and embossed panels, and realizing the panels needed to be darker.

Finished, with my cat Pippin’s seal of approval.

Another shot, with my “real” camera insteal of my cell phone. It’s a bit tall for a traditional coffee table, but the perfect height for having snacks and drinks in front of the tv!

I love how it turned out… I love how the paint is just “sloppy” enough – how some of the old paint still shows through and there’s touches of red in the embossed areas – that it still looks distressed and has character. That’s one of my favorite things about antiques… they’re not perfect. They have flaws and scars and dents and dings, which only adds to their charm.
Just like us.

















