My grandmother was a pro at taking old, forgotten furniture and revealing the true beauty hiding under layers of old paint. This little cabinet is one such example. My dad recalls her patiently stripping away old paint until she had revealed the bare wood. Then she would lovingly stain each piece to enhance the natural grain. Finally, a few coats of polyurethane would protect the piece for years to come. By the time I came along, arthritis had pretty much put a stop to Grammy’s refinishing, so unfortunately, I never got to watch her work, but I’m blessed to have this fine example of her handiwork.