My mother bought this table many years ago, not long after we moved to our house on Barrington Road in the mid-’60s. It was her sewing table, and it was already junk when she bought it. It lived in the basement, and it was painted white, although flecks of green were showing through, indicating an earlier paint job.
When I went away to college, not to the dorm but to my first post-dorm apartment, I needed furniture. I got two rollaway beds (how I got a moment’s rest I can attribute only to the ability of 20-year-olds to sleep practically anywhere), a buffet bought at a garage sale to use as a dresser and this table, which was my desk. I was given a can of paint and told to give it another coat. I guess, technically, it was two coats, because I “antiqued” it. What can I say? It was the ’70s.
After I graduated, this table followed me home, and then to my first apartment, then to my second, to my house in Fort Wayne, to my next house in Fort Wayne and finally here. Through all those moves it has remained solid — nary a wobble. With some more painting/decorating in our immediate future, it seemed time to do what I’ve long wanted to do — strip away all that paint and find out what’s underneath, and if it’s worth refinishing. I’ve seen versions of it in antique stores for years, and suspected it might be nicer than just a painted table. If not, I can always paint it again. So today Alan and I carried it out to the driveway, I fired up the heat gun and set to work.
And whattaya know: oak.
And so the project begins!