Somehow in the midst of all this table drama of hauling, purchasing, stacking, discussing, with some arguing, I got two of these stainless steel babies that I’ve been wondering about. Side-by-side they could make a fun island when that day comes. With Mr. K wanting to park cars in the garage, I got to dreaming up a new desk for my office space.
Then he had the privilege of setting up a folding chair right by the garbage can there and providing unsolicited advice:
- “make sure you are sanding all in the same direction, go real easy.”
[to then hear me try to explain that the worse job I do, the better I will like the look.]
- “is that paint enamel or latex? don’t want this chipping of…”
[to then hear me try to explain that I actually wouldn't mind if it chipped off.]
- “it will be getting dark soon, you better step on it.”
[thanks, dad. yes, it is getting darker earlier these days.]
Day two. I want more of a fall aqua. Like my original kitschen blue.
Now onto my favorite part – let’s put some character on this table. Some sound evidence of having existed. A story. Meaning. Life…you get the idea. I dug in my pile of paints (acrylic dad, on furniture. likely a no-no) and found this bronze color.
I even rubbed the metal part of the brush here and there. (my favorite move is that slanted line and that choppy edge. oh. I couldn’t pull that exact same thing off again, but will always treasure the moment and stare at that perfect mess…)
I can’t wait to have my mac stand proud on this both sturdy and roughed-up-around-the-edges table.