Photos of my cursed dresser. So named because everything that could go wrong during construction, did. A third of the parts had to be remade. The entire thing took a full year to complete. Luckily, the curse only affected the dresser itself, and nobody got hurt. Well, maybe my pride took a bit of a hit.
Since completion, it wasn't cursed as much. This is good, because my socks are in there.
When I made this, I was still going through a phase of over-building furniture, such as using overly thick materials, and in maple. As such, when the movers tried to lift it, they remarked that it weighed more, empty, than a refrigerator. Which leads me to wonder how I ever got it home in the first place.