Last night, Spousal Unit and I rescued this dresser from ultimate destruction down by the dumpster.
It's pretty gorgeous - I haven't cleaned it off yet to see how badly the top is actually scratched, but even if it's terrible, I don't care. We got this thing for free.
My back hates me for it, because it's about as sturdy as it looks. Plus, it's one more thing to move at the end of October.
Again, though: it, like most of our furniture, was free.