Sleeping beauty: Awakening my great grandmother’s Victorian dressing table

Back to the singular and therapeutic thrill of giving a vintage gem a chance to shine again. This time, the renovation came with a mystery. In my grandmother’s house was a dressing table, the kind where women like to sit as they brush their hair and attend to their faces. The table was in one of the bedrooms in my grandmother’s house where I used to stay when I came to visit. I’d sit in front of the mirror and try to straighten my wild curls with a blow dryer.