The other Saturday morning as we leisurely woke up, Wes asked me what I wanted to do during the day. This in itself, is a rarity. Most Saturdays already have their plans all laid out, usually with a trip to the shop to do a little something on a car and then hopping over here to fix a problem there, etc. So I had to think about what I wanted to do. Then I remembered the dream I had whilst slumbering. It was about dining room tables. So I said, ‘Well, I had a dream about dining room tables, maybe we could work on transforming ours.’
And there was our plan for the Saturday. Within the hour we had our table loaded up and were headed toward the shop.
I’ve never really liked our table. Before we were married, I saw it at a Pier 1 in California and called up a Pier 1 in Virginia to see if they had it. They did, I bought it and Wes picked it up to take to our home. But when I finally saw it, the color looked different to me and it just sort of blended in to our wood floor.
It was, however, very functional, and we had many a good time around it so it didn’t bother me too much. I was also very hesitant to change it. I’m not a total project person and I was scared I would destroy. Wes was very confident though so I figured it wouldn’t be too much of a big deal.
We began the stripping down project. I did the legs while Wes worked on a car. Then I sanded the table top,