tables turned

The way I knew I am an idealist is when I begged my mom not to give away my great-grandmother's kitchen table and chairs two summers ago.  I wanted to refurb them, but alas, Furman overtook my life. These unique chairs made themselves comfortable in the kitchen for yet another year, missing their counterparts, whom I made comfortable in the garage. Fast comes the end of June, and I need a project to keep me busy. My great-grandmother's table and chairs were going to find new life. 





   










The chairs were originally from a solid walnut dining set that my Nanie, the Queen of All Bargain Shopping, found at an estate sale; the upholstery tag underneath one of them dates the upholstery to the early 1930s. She gave them Life #2. When my grandmother on the other side of the family reupholstered them 15 or so years ago, she gave them Life #3. She probably never guessed they would see Life #4.

Want a recipe for a nightmare? Try chemically stripping wood.  Its excruciating. Hand over the Black & Decker.

 






 What happens when you mix six days, some stubborn determination, Lowes products, some good music, and a little Kasey?

This. Nanie would have been proud.

It just felt like the garage wouldn't have been complete if only one table was being turned...so I added two more. But that's for another day.