This gem was ‘given’ to me by the florist shop where I have been learning floral design. They were using it to store tissue paper on and had been using two ply wood boards to prop up the table panels. At least once or twice a day, I accidentally kick over the board and the ensuing thunderous near-deafening noise was driving me to the brink of insanity.
I guess at some point I had mentioned I like to refinish antiques (which sounds ridiculous coming from me, but trust me, is more ridiculous to watch) and I guess saw me as a dumping grounds for this table that’s seen better days.
By the looks of it those days were roughly 70 years ago.
But I sometimes appreciate a challenge (key word in that sentence is sometimes).
So I gave my newly acquired table a little attention. Attention in the form of me sweating and swearing in the blazing Louisiana heat.
Someone once told me, ‘in Louisiana, if you’re not sweating, you’re dead.’ And I find that sentiment to be extremely accurate.
On another note though, staining sucks.
And on another note, I hope my mother isn’t reading this because I stole these pieces from her house when I was in-town two weeks ago. She had stored them in the bathroom cabinet because my little nieces had visited and I guess children can’t be around nice things.
So their loss is my gain because my new side table looks great.
I need to go visit again. See what else I can sneak out of there with.