A Grace Full Life: Coffee Table: The Sequel


Coffee Table: The Sequel

I started this post in January.
This is the accuracy and speed in which I operate with larger tasks.
I make lists, I write on the calendar PAINT THE COFFEE TABLE in big RED letters.
Then I cross it off and add it in later.
Think four months later.

I really have nervous energy to thank for this project getting done.
I finished this the week before Listen to Your Mother.
I was so antsy, sweaty and nervous poopy that I decided that THIS was the week that ALL of my projects I was putting off were gonna get done.
Because the week after would be back to grocery shopping, making construction paper books at the school and eating mass quantities of carbs.
No time for coffee table painting.

I am all about self deprecation here on my blog.
Keepin' it real.
I forgot to take a before shot of the coffee table.
I swear I thought I did.
That is the scary thing.
Used to be, before I even bought a can of paint or a power tool, I would take a picture of my intended victim just in case I needed to document it for the blog.
Its like I don't even know who I am anymore.

I had to go on my own blog and look for a picture of my old coffee table.

And then save it to my computer.
From my own blog.

Here is the before.
From a blog post.
Like two years ago.

 It is a great table.
My mom and dad got it for me and my then husband.
I always like to joke that the furniture was a lot stronger than the marriage.
Heh heh.
I will be here all week, don't forget to tip your server.
And try the veal.

Any hoo, I have had this table in my possession since around 1997 or 1998.
It has held up great until last year when one of the legs started coming unhinged.
In fairness to the coffee table, my children have at one point or another stood, danced, or put heavy objects on this fine piece of furniture.
I don't usually let my kids stand on my furniture but come on, they are kids and I don't have eyes in the back of my head.
They don't need to know that.
My oldest used to sit on this table and tie her shoes every morning.
In 2011 I found my then three year old standing on this table wearing nothing but a smile and Chef Boyardee all over her face and neck.

I have colored lots and lots of Care Bears coloring book pages on this table.
I have placed mugs and mugs of hot chocolate on this table while watching everything from Friends to Gilmore Girls to Real Housewives.
Without a coaster.
This is why I buy "distressed" furniture, people.
Because we are "distressed" in this house.

I cannot get rid of this piece.
It is one of my favorite pieces in my home.
So when the leg started falling off, I begged the hubs to try and "fix" it.
He "glued" it.
I say "glued" it because I honestly think that all that is holding it together is some special glue at Home Depot and a silent prayer.

 But I was not gonna give up on this table!
It has been through thick and thin!
For better or worse!

When I decide to take on any kind of home project, I usually have an idea deeply ingrained in my head about what I want to do.
And usually that idea is put there by Pinterest.
I had seen several cool paint techniques on that timesuck of a website.
But I am not good at things like chalk paint.
Or regular paint.

So I decided to go out on a limb and just trust my instincts.
Which is code for "this is going to look like crap in six months".
Back in January, I bought some white paint.
And some stain in the color Weathered Gray.
Then it sat in my basement for four months.
Before I finally got up the courage and energy to pick up the paint brush.

 I put three coats of stain onto the top of the table.
That took me six weeks to do.
No, not because I wanted it the stain to "set".
Or because I am a perfectionist.
Because winter/spring is haaaaard.
And the table was in the basement and the fumes, THE FUMES.
I had to do one coat, turn on the big ole box fan, close the door and run.
I did worry if the fumes were dangerous to my family.
But it was so cold in the garage.
So, so cold.

There are mistakes. I know. I see it too. Butttttt the fumes THE FUMES.

OK so I wanted the legs to be a different color.
Which made me sigh a big sigh because that would mean accuracy.
And tape.
And being careful and not messy.
Something I am not at ALL good at.

 But I was determined.
I wanted MY table to look like those fancy tables of other capable and much more talented DIY bloggers who will remain nameless.
So last week, I went into the basement and pulled out my Valspar white paint I bought back in January.

I was all ready to get this done!
Lets do this!
I even had a paint brush all ready to go!

WHO HURT MY PAINT???????????

See that circle in the middle of the can?
That is "paint".
When "paint" is mad at you.
Is taking a stand.
Is proving a point.
That if you take "paint" for granted and ignore it for four months that "paint" decides it won't be there for you when you show up.

It did not, however, stop me from yelling pretty much every single expletive in the book at "paint".
Not one to be deterred, I decided to take out "paint"s slutty sister.
Spray paint.
Take THAT "paint".

I had a whole can and a half of Hotel Vanilla spray paint in my garage.
Just waiting for the right time to be all like, "Yoo hoo! I am available! And you don't have to take me to dinner and woo me!"
"I am easy".
Yes you are.

Meet my new slutty coffee table.
It took only three coats of spray paint to get this sucker done.
So much easier and less work than the paint that stood me up.

I think the table is smiling at me.
It looks happy, doesn't it??

OK maybe not.


  1. Looks great, Kari! But I think someone needs to teach Ken some manners. No butt germs on the table.

    1. Someone needs to teach JUSTIN manners.
      But we all already knew that.

  2. I love your new old coffee table! I must confess, I have never, ever spray painted anything. I know, spray paint virgin.:(

    1. Wow!
      I need you to come over to the dark side.

  3. Why the eff can't Barbies and their friends stay clothed?

    I also like your coffee table. Nice job. :)

  4. I laughed all the way through this. The calendar, the nervous energy, the having to save your own pictures from your blog to your computer all sound a little too familiar. I'm pretty sure we're both nuts, but at least we are laughing all day long, right? Just say yes so we can pretend everything is fine.

    Your table came out great!

    1. This is why I love you Lillian.
      If we lived closer, we would probably never get together because CALENDAR.

      Thanks friend.

  5. Gads I hope that table was dry before it's trampy legs attracted that crowd! Five cheers for nervous energy. I want to curl up on that couch and watch your pintrest cyclone whirl on through!

  6. LOL. You kill me. And the table looks awesome!!

    1. Thanks friend!
      You can come over and look at it any time once we are neighbors.

  7. I dont know which is better, nervous poopy or paints slutty sister...yes i do. Nervous poopy!! You are hilarious. New follower here!

    1. I am so glad you are a new follower!!

  8. You and your cute tables! When you run out of projects, please come to my house.

  9. I read "paint's slutty sister" and then blew coffee through my nose (that's what she said!) nice job, girlfriend.

    1. Yay!
      I made coffee come out your nose!!
      Thanks friend!

  10. DUDE. That's totally how I "DIY" too. Only usually I end up spray painting my entire hand. (True frickin' story.)

  11. dont know if anyone else mentioned this or not, but paint separates as it sits. you can take it back to the paint store and ask them to shake it or just stir the heck out of it

  12. It looks great! I love the depth of the two tones. My hubby and I just built a table and used two tones as well. Very nicely done!


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