Murder or Money

About a month ago my dear uncle called me, who lives in St. George, was down here for work and he was doing a maintenance report on a foreclosed condo. He called me on a friday nigh and told me ther was a bunch of furntiture that was left by the previous tenants and that if I wanted it I could come get it, but I had to come get it by the end of the weekend. Tyson HATES moving furniture and usually acts like he wants to murder me when we have to move it together especially. But I went to check it out and it was pretty decent stuff and ALOT of it. I consider how it would suck to get murdered, but also how great it would be to sell all the furniture I got for free and make money. I decided the money option would be best, and Tyson would just have to DEAL with it. I do feel kind of bad for making him go because he had worked everynight that week and the weekend and we ended up going on a sunday morning at 6AM AND the condo was on the 3rd floor of the building. However I was about 7 week pregnant and didnt feel too sorry for him plus I knew he would be happy once I started selling it and making money. We made about $750 total. We sold 3 beds, 2 dressers, coffee table, dining room table, 2 desks, and a headboard and footboard. I kept two of the nighstands and refinished them and an ottoman and refinished it too. I was really happy the way they both turned out and so glad Tyson let me live to finish my projects. :) It was all worth it in the end

I dont have a great picture of the ottoman before, but it was a nasty maroon carpet grandma looking fabric.

After



Nighstand (I thought i took pictures of this before too dangit, but I guess because i never intented of sellin them i didnt. They were an ugly oak color with rod leaf handles)