Months ago, the neighbors were obviously purging.
Justin came home and said, “there’s a table across the street I think you might want.”
He speaks my love language.
I looked out the window.
Yep, that table belongs to me.
I immediately went to the garage and got the hand truck.
Work smarter – Not harder.
The glass inserts were broken or missing .
Don’t care. Didn’t want them anyways.
Most days, I look at the hoard.
It’s just a pile of goodness. However, I might be the only one in my current household that thinks so .
I saw this picture one day while scrolling.
Cute! I want one.
I close my eyes and picture the hoard.
Hey! I have a table that I can do that to and will have the same effect.
Pull it out of the hoard trying not to injure myself or anything other precious item in the process .
Repair and sand
Prime and paint
Of course it’s white.
Find some scrap wood
Add some padding
Staple on cute fabric
Mom helps with some adorable tufting
I think it’s one of my very very favorite up cycles.
Happy hump day friends
Make it a great day