
In December, my friend offered to refinish my scruffy old dining room table in exchange for a copy each of my DVD and CDs. Talk about an offer I couldn't refuse.
I didn't have much hope for the table. I got it at a yard sale one summer evening several years ago. I was on the way home from playing at a wedding near Springfield. I stopped at the sale on a whim just as they were shutting down, found the table for $100 and talked the guy into helping me wedge it into the back of my truck along with the concert harp, bench, stand and music. It was a squeezy and slow ride home.
The table was in rough shape, but I loved it. It had lots of beauty marks — dings, scrapes, chips, even an interestingly shaped blob of something on the top that looked like some serious glue. I'd done so much woodwork and furniture refinishing when I bought my house that I never wanted to tackle another task like it, so thought the table would always be just a serviceable, well-worn old thing with lots of "character." Until this amazing offer from my friend.
He delivered it tonight and wouldn't let me look while he put it together. I even kept my eyes closed while I helped him flip it over. And the result?
Just look at this.
The color is perfect, and the finish is so smooth.
The "blob" is gone, the dings are filled and the surface gleams.
I didn't have much hope for the table. I got it at a yard sale one summer evening several years ago. I was on the way home from playing at a wedding near Springfield. I stopped at the sale on a whim just as they were shutting down, found the table for $100 and talked the guy into helping me wedge it into the back of my truck along with the concert harp, bench, stand and music. It was a squeezy and slow ride home.
The table was in rough shape, but I loved it. It had lots of beauty marks — dings, scrapes, chips, even an interestingly shaped blob of something on the top that looked like some serious glue. I'd done so much woodwork and furniture refinishing when I bought my house that I never wanted to tackle another task like it, so thought the table would always be just a serviceable, well-worn old thing with lots of "character." Until this amazing offer from my friend.
He delivered it tonight and wouldn't let me look while he put it together. I even kept my eyes closed while I helped him flip it over. And the result?

The color is perfect, and the finish is so smooth.
The "blob" is gone, the dings are filled and the surface gleams.

of the gorgeous, old, quarter-sawn oak.
See how it's cut open and placed side by side? Like it's mirrored. (I think there's a more official term for this, but since I don't have a woodworking gene like my brother, and I only made it through high school shop class because nice Rodney Blanck basically did my project for me, of course I don't know what it is).
The stripes are gorgeous. They reminded me of something...
The stripes are gorgeous. They reminded me of something...
Beautiful table. Will you be taking pictures of it with the leaves in? Maybe some with the cats on table?
ReplyDeleteThis is just beautiful work! And, I love the built in's behind the table.
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