Ah husbands, they can be so helpful, right? Mine is a great supporter of what I do. He helps provide some muscle when I need it, he brings home pallets and other reclaimed wood, and sometimes he drags home furniture for me.
And sometimes it is decent, but he has the style sense of well, of someone who has no style. And sometimes what he drags home is less than desirable. Such was the case with this little end table.
He is a high school principal and as such he attends a lot of events, one being an auction for the choir group. This was the first year they had an auction and I think they used garage sale type items for the auction. He sent me several pictures of things that I said a BIG FAT NO to. Finally he quit sending me pictures and apparently made the decision on his own to bid $1 on this end table. He won it.
I completely took the table apart. I didn't want the wood buttons on the top and those holes are too difficult to fill, so I flipped the top over.
What was the bottom became the apron and I straightened out the legs rather than having them at the angle they were at.
Finally some paint and a $1 table is transformed. And the hubby? I think he is a keeper, even without any style.