Double Decker Coffee Table

 

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Many who know me peg me as an extrovert.  But those who know me closely know that I am a die-hard introvert who turns into a warped version of The Hulk when I don’t get a lot of alone time. I can fake being an extrovert when I have to, but social things – even the most fun activity you can think of with the most awesome friends  – suck the energy out of me.  I could easily and happily be a hermit. When I head to the mountains, it’s a telltale sign that I need to recharge my battery.

Imagine my glee when I realized I had the option of having the most wonderful introverted Friday night, not in the mountains, but in “The Fishbowl” (otherwise known as our house).  The hubby was in Chicago for a few days. It was 75 degrees, a cold front was sweeping through after a series of storms, and the tree frogs were humming noisily, audible through the open windows. Combined with the classical music blaring from the speakers, it sounded like the Fern Gully soundtrack had come to life.  I was staining a custom order, attempting to take on the Home Depot guy’s challenge, “You’ll never be able to match that.”

It was the PERFECT way to spend the night.

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Most of you have seen the cult movie, “The Princess Bride.” If you’ve read the book, you know that the ending is different from the movie. And they all lived happily ever after…until Princess Buttercup’s horse threw a shoe, Humperdink’s sidekicks closed in on the happy couple, Wesley’s wound reopened, a rogue R.O.U.S. appears out of nowhere, and…you get the point.

My awesome Friday night morphed into something like that. I neglected to say that I was staining in our mudroom. Staining with a dark cherry, oil-based stain on our blonde Pergo floors. Without a drop cloth. I know better. I just was lazy and didn’t want to put anything down or drag the table back into the basement where it was created. (I know am teetering on the border of sounding like Dr. Frankenstein, but I was quite proud of myself for choosing the Pergo over the beige carpet in the living room.)

So, my Friday night was perfect…until I saw stain splatters all over the floor. I cleaned up the mess. But then I looked in the mirror and screamed.  It took a few seconds to realize I didn’t have some face-altering skin disease that morphed at a rapid rate.  The 30+ new dark brown moles peppering my face weren’t moles but…more stain splatters. Not just on my face, but in my hair. And because I was alone, happily enjoying a night of solace without anyone to tell me better, I had no idea I had made such a mess of the house. Or myself. The joys of being an introvert.

But. BUT. It could have been worse.

And the finished table makes it all worth it to me. And it was still an awesome night.

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  1. I have learned my lesson (maybe…until next time) about staining indoors.
  2. I’m really stoked to be building double decker pallet tables now.
  3. I’m not sure that the hubby will be taking as many trips without hiring a babysitter for me for the rest of 2016.
  4. The Home Depot guy who told me I wouldn’t be able to match the color in the photo I showed him? Point: Mel.

 

Custom double decker coffee table:  Please email me for a quote. Table prices vary depending on size, style, and delivery.

 

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About Mel

My name is Mel, and I split my time living, working and playing in southeastern Pennsylvania and southern Vermont. I'm a reclaimed wood artist who loves to continually find ways to repurpose wood and give it new life. "Nature Calls: Reclaimed Wood Designs" is my business dedicated to doing that! Thanks for stopping by!
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