One of the first pieces of furniture my husband and I purchased when we got married was this oak table. We used it in our breakfast room until five years ago when I decided to get a rectangular table. Then it was moved from place to place until it finally ended up in the garage; another place to dump books, ice chests, old boxes of clothes, etc. I found myself eyeing that table more intensely until I started wondering about painting it....and why not distressing it....and why not moving it back into the kitchen?
All this is fine and good. But I had to convince my older son and husband to help with this project. That was not the hard part. However, it took quite a bit of convincing for my husband to be willing to sand a newly painted table.....but he obliged.... because he loves me so!
I love my "new" table. Thank you dear heart......
