One summer during college, I lived with my dad and his wife (my parents are divorced) in northern Ohio. The house next door to them had an estate sale, and I scored an old, violently green dresser for $20. The lady even threw in a matching mirror to hang above it which, thankfully, had not been painted the same shade of green!
I spent all summer stripping that dresser of it's green paint, sanding it, repairing the trim that had been damaged, and finally, adding stain and polyurethane. I can still remember getting finished with the dresser and racing up to the hardware store to pick out new knobs. (I didn't have any patience, even then!)
This dresser of mine has traveled with me to college, my first apartment with friends, my first apartment that I lived in all by myself, and finally, to the house(s) I have shared with my husband. It has been 12 years since I refinished it, and it still sits in my bedroom, though now it holds my husband's socks and t-shirts, rather than my girly stuff. Over the years I have changed it's knobs, treated it with furniture oil and lectured many professional moving men about it's fragility. I hope it will become a family piece that one of my kids will inherit someday.
To look at this dresser, it's nothing fancy. But it was my first big "project," and I couldn't wait to transform it from an ugly basement castoff to a pretty little piece complete with scented drawer liner.
So it will always hold a special little place in my heart. Do you have a first project like that?