A couple of weeks, okay more like a month and a half ago, I found this changing table sitting beside the dumpster at my apartment complex. I immediately scooped it up. I saw a whole new potential to this gem. I called my mom and asked her if she could help me upcycle it, and the first thing out of her mouth was, "Are you trying to tell me something?!" So after calming her fears that I was/am not expecting another child, I explained to her that I wanted to take it from its current terrible state to this awesome vision I had for it.
She never really did get around to helping me with it. That was totally fine by me because when I'm ready to start working on something, there is no stopping me until I finish.
The whole process took longer and was harder work than I had anticipated. That's okay; I like a good challenge.