My poor husband. Although he doesn't complain and goes with the flow...I know I'm so confusing to him. If it's new, I must paint it to look old. If it's old and painted, I must strip it back to the original piece. He just looks at me funny when I tell him what I'm planning on doing, not saying a word. He's definitely a guy who thinks 'eh, good enough' about...well...most everything in the decorative world. But, he is amazing at praising my accomplishments, enthusiastically exclaiming, "It looks AWESOME!" once completed. I am pretty confident his inner voice is really saying "I don't know why she would want to put hours of work into that...but if I say that, she may not make me cookies..." I'm happy he keeps those thoughts to himself. Regardless, I'm thankful he lets me carry on with my crazy ideas.
This is a folding table piece I got at a local antique shop. (Did you know I live in an epic center of antiquing. Well, maybe "epic" isn't the word, but there's a TON of antiquing going on in these parts...tourists flock her for antiques. After Christmas deals is where it's at for locals. I digress...). It's a fabulous antique wooden folding table. It's a sturdy as anything. I've been meaning to sand it down until the bare bones for about 5 years. No time like the present. On a whim, I somehow completed at "wowzer" time when both kids were napping at the same time. This isn't a huge project....but it was a project nonetheless. During these crazy days, I feel triumphant about completing something, no matter how small. I hope you don't mind my enthusiasm.
I find it fab and funky. Maybe you do too?
I love the extra lower shelf that folds in or out. It holds all the magazines I haven't read since moving. They're piling up!