Ten gazillion years ago my mom began (and almost finished) stripping all the peeling layers of (what was most likely lead-based) paint *eek!* off of this cupboard that my great grandmother used for fabric storage. And... it sat... and sat... and sat some more in her attic or garage or basement or whatever until she finally forfeited and just asked me to finish the job.
I'm glad she did. For one, she will now have some very valuable counter space back in her kitchen where her microwave was (this will serve as her microwave's new home from now on). But, more importantly, I was very, uh, what's the right word here? ... honored to work on a piece that belonged to my beloved great Grandma T. I could kinda feel her near when I sanded it, repaired the peeling layers of veneer and painted it. I miss her.
With the help of my new favorite (and extremely durable) top coat...
...and Behr's Black Suede eggshell paint, its finally done!
The hardware above wasn't selected yet when I took this next photo: