Last week, I swapped out our console table for one I had sitting for sale in my booth at the antique mall. I finally decided that if I loved it that much, it should just come to live at our house. So far, it’s very happy here. But, this is what it looked like when I originally found it:
Beautiful lines, bad finish. Plus, the stain wouldn’t have worked well with our living room, anyway. (Maybe I was painting it for myself all along?) I used a good primer and a glossy black.
Some of the first hydrangea blooms from our yard, and of course, I used some of my favorite blue and white jars. (A lot of you have asked where I buy these. I’ve been lucky to find all of them at thrift stores—and even a yard sale—so far.)
The size, shape and height of the new table all work better in this spot. See, I guess it was meant to be. . .