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A Tiny Table


I've long had a passion for re-purposing and refinishing items to make them new again.  I could spend my entire day thrifting; armed with my Starbucks and big purse, I could probably take over the world.

I'm excited that my husband has started to enjoy the hunt as well.  I think it stems from the fact that he has so many tools that aren't being used on a regular basis and these projects give him something to be handy with...

While strolling around one lazy afternoon, we found a hideous blue child-sized table; the only thing this piece had going for it was the price.  I love to furnish classrooms with real furniture and this caught my eye as I knew I could make it a one-of-a-kind piece to add to our two's classroom.  At ten bucks, I couldn't refuse the challenge.

Bleh.  What a gross color.

Clearly this blue table was in need of a good home.
And some TLC via paint/stain.

Since spray paint isn't sold in the city of Chicago, we picked some up while visiting my parents at the cabin. Since the table top is laminate, we grabbed the kind for plastic that doesn't require any sanding.  Work space is kind of limited here, so Porch went ahead and sprayed the table top in the alley.  After a few minutes, I made him bring it back in because I was convinced if we left it back there, someone would take it.  Why someone would take a table top, I don't know.  I don't care.  I just wanted to ensure it didn't happen.


We were pleasantly surprised with how well the spray paint worked.

While he did that, I worked on the legs of the table.  They appeared to be some kind of wood so we went ahead and stained them.  They weren't too bad, but I was in search of a darker finish.

4th of July was ridiculously hot this year.
Record-setting highs and sunshine  made for a HOT work space!

Sexy, no?
Porch is working on another project (to be shared soon)

After letting these dry for a few days, Porch reassembled the table and I got a good look at the finished project.  Quite. Pleased.  I'm thinking of adding something around the edge of the table top but for now, it's perfect.  All it needs is a tiny human to use it!  I'm not as eager to donate it to the center; I'm kind of considering keeping it for future minis, but time will tell.





Before
After!



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