I have been sending my husband pictures of this type of Farmhouse/Pedestal Table for years, no exaggeration. I knew what I wanted but in order to get exactly what I wanted I was going to have to pay a pretty hefty price tag. I hated our glass kitchen table, plus with little kids you can imagine, how often I had to clean said table. So last year shortly after we moved into our new home, my hubby called me and text me a picture of a table and some chairs that he found at a yard sale. I was unsure…. I mean really unsure. It seemed like it was going to be quite the undertaking, and I was not sure that we.. by which I mean he, could pull it off. Not because I did not think that he was capable, but while working a full time job, it seemed like a lot. But, the price.. it was so ridiculously cheap that we could not pass it up. The original owner was selling the table and 4 chairs for $45.00. The yard sale was around the corner from the house, so he came home, grabbed my Jeep and went back to pick it up. It lived in the garage for about 4 months before the project actually began. But, once it did, it moved pretty quickly.
Even though the original color of the wood was beautiful, I knew I wanted to go a different way. Luckily for us it was real wood, so our options were unlimited. We could use pretty much whatever we wanted when it came to paint, stain, sandpaper, etc. Initially I was leaning towards a gray stain finish, and we went that way before we decided to course correct and go with black. I was the photographer on the project. Hubby did all the hard work, from sanding with the orbital sander, sanding by hand (for the more detailed areas), removing the original stain and then repainting it. It was a true labor of love.
Tools Required:
- Orbital Sander
Materials:
- Rust-Oleum Painters Touch 2X ULTRACOVER PAINT + PRIMER Black Satin (I purchased this HERE.)
- Drop Cloth/Old Blanket Comforter
- General Purpose Sand Paper (100-medium, 220-finer)
- Grit & Perseverance & Some Brut Force
What I love most about the completed project? THE DETAILS – In the Table Legs, and The Chairs.. And I Just Love How BLACK (Satin) IT IS. Also, I loved seeing hubby getting his hands dirty.. something about that, does it for me, LOL. Lastly, I definitely think that the dark color gives the room a more formal feel, while complimenting the marble on the island and counter tops in the kitchen.
Each morning when I come downstairs, and walk into the Kitchen to start my coffee, it’s the first thing I see and that makes me happy. Special Thanks to my hubby for a job well done!!
Over the last week or so, I read so much commentary from people who couldn’t relate to all the fuss surrounding the Royal Wedding. Even though I honestly had no intention of watching the wedding or getting caught up in the blitz, I get it. We are constantly bombarded by less than stellar news. And it often seems like Evil Trumps Good. So even if it was just for a few mere seconds, it was nice to see the World focus on Love, and that is it.
The house is eerily quiet after a summer full of laughter and yelling. And, as I put the last load of laundry in the dryer, and sit down to relax before bed, so many thoughts flood into my head. You finished your first day of Middle School. Around this time last night, your Dad and I sat and debated all the things that could go wrong and how we would handle it, if it did. We were both nervous for you and dare I say shook. As we sat there with the tv off for almost 40 minutes just staring out into space. It seemed unreal that our little timid girl was turning into this tween right in front of our eyes. On our way home from dropping you off and speaking with your counselor, your Dad told me that he wrote you a note. I grimaced a little, after all Dad is often known for his boyish ways (less frills and curls and more blunt and direct). But, when I got home and read the letter. tears literally filled my eyes. (I thought about posting the note, but some things should be between a girl and her Dad.) Now, I know that this doesn’t surprise you because over the years Mom has turn into MUSH. Long gone are my hard exterior and Sky High Walls, blame your Dad for that.
