Restoring a 1942 Vanity to Its Former Glory

I spotted this vintage vanity on a local barter-and-trade site for just $50. I’d been searching for the perfect one for years, and when I saw it, I knew it had potential to become something I’d truly love and use. The piece was sturdy but the veneer had seen better days. My first task was clear—strip away the damaged veneer and uncover the beauty beneath.

I tried using heat to loosen the veneer, but quickly learned my best option was the slow, steady work of peeling and picking. Armed with a straight-edge razor and a few putty knives, I removed strips where I could and chipped away at stubborn spots piece by piece. It wasn’t glamorous—definitely the least fun part—but each bit I removed felt like uncovering history. Soon, the vanity was down to its bare bones.

Next came sanding—lots and lots of sanding. Getting into every crack and crevice took patience, but the transformation was worth it. I kept going until the wood looked as fresh as possible, then stained it with a grain-defining finish. Because of the different types of wood, the stain created a lovely variation in color. I repeated the same process for the mirror topper, which revealed a stamp reading “Galax Va., 1942”—dating the piece back over 80 years.

To finish, I applied four coats of premium satin polyurethane for protection and a soft sheen. The original handles polished up beautifully with a bit of Brasso. After more than 100 hours of work—blood, sweat, and a few tears—the transformation was complete. What was once a worn, forgotten vanity is now a cherished centerpiece, restored with love and ready for another lifetime of use.

 

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