This little green table belonged to my grandmother on my mother’s side. I don’t know how or why it ended up green. Growing up, visiting older relatives, I saw many tables in this style and they were always stained, not painted. My mother gave me this table about eight years ago and I thought for a long time that I would strip it and stain it. I wanted to use it as my nightstand. This never seemed to come about, and eventually the table ended up on the porch at Stringtown Rising.
I decided it was finally going to become my nightstand when I moved to Sassafras Farm, but I had a change of heart about stripping and staining it.
Working with what was there–the green–seemed like a more intriguing idea.
First, I sanded the table thoroughly,
There were some places where the paint was peeling or chipping. I just knocked the bits off and sanded it down. I wasn’t going for perfect here, so I didn’t worry about it other than smoothing it down.
After sanding, I cleaned off the sanding dust then wiped on some white paint in a deliberately uneven application.
Then I sanded it again, cleaned it again, and applied a light coat of polyurethane.
And put it in my bedroom.
The idea I was going for here was as if the table had been painted white at one time, and green at another time, and the paint had worn through to where you couldn’t even tell which layer was first. The table was already naturally distressed, so I just went with it.
I promise to show you more inside soon. I’m working on paint in the living room and dining room now. I’m having so much fun nesting in my cute little house.