I am a WORK HORSE Table.

Old.  Wood.  Heavy.  Golden color.  Generous fit for 4.

I happily handle Oatmeal Breakfasts filled with Newspapers and I-Pods.

Hot Coffee and Chilled Yogurt spills.

Dinner adds Place Mats to me, but there’s still plenty of spaghetti sauce drips.

Lively conversations happen around me.

Homework.  Reading.  Meetings.  Tablet Charging.

Crazy Art Projects filled with markers, glitter, paper, glue.

I’m the perfect height and width to handle sewing a proper skirt or quilt.

Nail polish parties.

But I’m a tad weary.

My golden color exactly matches the floor…it’s hard to see where I end and the other begins.

I need a Lift.

A little leftover Sherwin Williams Pool Blue paint might do the trick.

Then I heard this…

LET’S PAINT THE TABLE!    OK.  No.   Well, How about just the LEGS?!

After the first brush strokes, what a Mess!

But there was NO TURNING BACK.

Coat 2.  Not really liking it.  Still major reservations.

3 Coats Strong and the Tide has Turned.

Hello Again!

 Can’t Believe it’s Me.  Thanks.  That’s some Serious Magic.