paint me please

This cute little thing of a table was practically talking to me when I stumbled upon it at a yard sale. It said kindly, "Please take me home and paint me, please?" 

The table was $10. All wood, heavy, and wobbly.


hmmmmm


I decided to respond, "ok, ok little table...I mean at one time you were pretty awesome with your cool circle design thingy on top, but time and probably children have really taken a toll on you. Your legs are a little wobbly and trust me, I know how it feels to want nice legs again...but then again, those casters are pretty hot...don't see those every day...alright, I'll take you home."

so with a little love...I tightened some screws, sanded, primed, sanded, primed, sanded again (especially the top) and then painted that little table with several light coats of bright white. Then funny enough, I distressed it. That table must have been so confused. "What on earth is she doing to me?" After a perfect paint job I then rough it up with sandpaper??? Oh the things we do sometimes. 


Then my friend POLY came into the final scene. Several light coats of polyurethane with of course more sanding here and there...and finally the little table is happy and complete... 

with nice legs and all.


I loved how this table turned out.