Here's what happened. We had just moved back to California. We had ditched our old coffee table before the move, because it had been demolished by years of kid abuse.
So I see this little thrift store, and outside this little thrift store is this little square coffee table that would fit perfectly in my little apartment. I loved the size and I loved the double decker look and I loved the lines of it.
I said I loved the lines! Not the scratches! Didn't matter, it would look like that within one week after entering the kid zone anyway. But, wait, what does that little white price tag say?
Are you freakin' kidding me??? I sprinted into the store with my crazy eyes and my cash and demanded that it be mine.
The owner looked at me like I was nuts.
Maybe because it was one hundred-ish (or eighty) degrees outside and so that little mad dash into the store had turned me into a sweaty-haired disaster, or maybe because I had looked that way anyway. No, couldn't be that. I'm awesome ALL THE TIME.
"I really want that square table!" I yelled with all my excitement.
"Really? That thing's been out there for months."
"Oh really? Then then town must be full of ... Never mind. If I try to look extra cute and flirty, with my sweaty, whacked-out hair and crazy eyes, will you load it into my car for me?" Or maybe I didn't say that out loud, but I did it, and it worked. Maybe because I was super cute. More likely because he wanted to get me the hell out of his store.
And I cannot tell you how filthy that thing was! I scrubbed with all sorts of toxic and non-toxic solutions and still, the layers of dirt impressed even me. And I once lived in an apartment in which cockroaches greeted me on my pillow on a nightly basis. With song. Ah... to be 19 again. The glamour of it all.
Anyway! Are you so proud that I scored that table for $10? Will you lose all that pride for me if I tell you that I didn't do anything with that table for A YEAR? Meh. I wanted to, I swear! I just... didn't.
And one night, I did.
Get your mind out of the gutter!
I sanded and painted. Oh - see the drawer! It perfectly fits all our remotes for the TV and Wii. It's all kinds of wonderful, this table.
And I stained (the same color as the dining table, since it's all basically in the same room) ...
And I still haven't polyurethaned it. And I'm not at all hanging my head in shame about it.
I'll get around to it sooner or later.
(We have a kindergarten groundhog on a craft stick that has lived in our flowers since Groundhog Day. Ella put him there. I think he's adorable.)
The table's good, right?
BECAUSE I LOVE IT!
Oh, and it is still decorated for Valentine's Day. Because I put A LOT of effort into my Valentine's Day decorating. Before this year I had zero Valentine's Day decorations and now I have: These and these and these and these! I'm thinking I'm going straight from Valentine's Day decor to Easter decor. I never said I wasn't lazy. In fact, I do believe I've admitted it quite often on this blog. Oh, and I got this cute candle idea from pinterest!
You know who makes me feel better about not following through with the poly?
She's kind of a big deal around here.
HER NAME IS PENNY! AND SHE'S 10 WEEKS OLD!
Oh, and I distressed the table, too. That should count for something. Penny especially likes the way this table leg is distressed. It saves her the trouble of doing it for me. Or maybe it still needs a little more. I'm sure she'll decide later.
She totally deserves her own blog post. Coming soon!
$10 Coffee Table!!!
It's a Happy Day!