I can no longer recall what the ad on Craigslist said, exactly. It was something like this: Small chest of drawers, old, well loved but still useable. Needs some TLC. 39”W x 36”H x 17”D. Free. Two things about that ad caught Anne’s eye: the dimensions, which would fit perfectly into our baby’s room, and the word free. The attached pictures revealed a shabby yet charming little piece of furniture, with some interesting trim on the front. She asked if I thought it was worth grabbing, and although I was dubious about its condition, I agreed to pick it up on my way back from dropping off the trash and recycling. When I saw it in person, I immediately realized that it would have looked right at home amongst the junk I just got rid of. The frame was busted, the drawers were pulling apart and the top was curving up at the corners. Still, I was there, and my wife liked the style of it, so I threw it in the truck and took it home. Upon arrival, I quickly pointed out all of its deficiencies, tucked into a corner of the basement and promptly forgot about it. After all, the baby was not due for months, so I had all of the time in the world to peck away at it. Fast forward one year later--the baby is here and ready to move into his own room. The dresser? Still in the basement. Past time to get to work.