And it served an exact purpose.
I needed a side table to go between my living room chairs. So I went out and bought a nondescript table.
I needed a desk for my sad computer. So I went out and bought a nondescript desk.
And on and on and on I went with my boring, purposeful furniture.
I dreamed of something different. Something that no one else would have. I dreamed of a color other than knotty pine or orange oak.
I really wanted a nice dining room table. I had been hauling around a dinky old set I bought out of desperation 15 years ago from Kmart. It just wasn’t cutting it any more.
We lived in Coastal Oregon at the time and we had a Walmart, a Bi Mart, a Fred Myers or a Thrift Store.
Guess where I went?
I bought myself a six chair, 8 ft queen anne style Ethan Allen table for $100. It was orange and brown and had little floral print seats.
It was ugly and glorious all at the same time.
I knew I needed to make it perfect.
I set out and stripped that puppy down to bare wood, painted it a gorgeous sage green and added espresso brown suede seats to match the espresso stained table top.
I loved this table. I worked hard on this table. I used this table for 2 years.
Then we moved to SLC and into a darling 100 yr old sugarhouse cottage.
It was either my table or my living room.
I had to sell my beautiful table.
I made $550 from that table.
This, boys and girls, is how I knew that I was going to be transforming furniture for the rest of my life.