Furniture with a second story
Because not everything needs replacing.
Some things just need a little love and the right kind of rebellion.
Hey, I’m Alison.
Paint-stained hands, heart-of-gold energy, and a soft spot for stories that refuse to be erased.
I don’t do furniture flips. I do slow revivals.
The kind that honors what’s already there—scuffs, history, soul and all—and adds something new.
your furniture’s history deserves to be seen, not sanded away.
What can I do for you
I find forgotten pieces.
You know the kind—left behind, a little banged up, but full of potential.
And I bring them back to life with rebel color, human detail, and a lot of care.
Here’s how we can work together:
EXPLORE SERVICES
The Van Tour is back!
I’ll be restoring stories from coast to coast May–Sept.
13 cities, one rolling studio. If you’re along the route, I’ll pick up your piece in person
If you’ve got a piece that’s been waiting for its second act… now’s the time!
DEETS HERE
Sadie L., Asheville, NC
I’d inherited this beat-up dresser from my grandma. It didn’t match anything in my home, but I couldn’t let it go. When I found Alison, I felt like she saw the heart of it before I even told her the story.
Now? That same dresser sits in my hallway with constellations painted inside the drawers and sunshine yellow knobs. It makes me smile every day. And somehow… I feel more at home, too.
“I thought I was just hiring someone to fix a dresser. What I got was an emotional makeover for my entire living room.”
Marcus V., Philadelphia, PA
I love thrifting but I’m not a DIY person. My side table was a good find—solid wood, great bones—but it looked… sad. Alison brought it back to life like some kind of furniture whisperer.
She kept the character, added a bold coral color I’d never have picked myself (but love), and lined the drawer with vintage ticket stubs that make me nostalgic in the best way.
“Alison turned my thrifted side table into a literal conversation piece. Every guest asks where I got it.”
Joy K., Flagstaff, AZ
Cheesy? Maybe. True? Absolutely. This chair had been with me since college. It was broken, chipped, and honestly ugly—but it meant something. Alison never made me feel silly for that.
She gave it a second life, with soft teal paint and a hand-painted poem along the bottom rail. I cried when I saw it. Happy tears. She made the story visible again.
“Alison didn’t just restore my chair. She restored my faith in small, beautiful things.”
