Carpenters - and spouses of carpenters (because we learn a whole lot by osmosis, don't we?) - you may just want to avert your eyes from here today for what you are about to witness is a hack job of the truest kind. A hack job, though, that was for one - free, and secondly - totally works. Hooray!
So, last time in From The Barn, I promised you power tools this time around and here you have it. Just a drill, mind you, but a powertool nonetheless. (I'm working my way up. Just you wait.)
The problem was that we needed a table for Ezras room that could hold his stereo, speakers, and provide some way to 'store' his albums too. It needed to fit into the space had left in his room, naturally, and um, it needed to be free. So...I headed to the barn.
In that barn, after working my way through a whole lot of spiders (I have never seen spiders like I've seen in this barn!), I found an old pile of doors. This one - a half door of sorts, perhaps for some kind of cabinet or closet or space that no longer existed inside the house. Poking around for some kind of "legs," I found the pieces of what could barely be called a table anymore. It belonged, actually, to my great grandmother (because when you buy a house with a barn, why not add some of your own 'stuff' to the piles?) and despite it being well beyond repair, I've had the hardest time letting it go. Until I decided in that moment that in pieces, and repurposed, we could actually enjoy it once again. And so...off with its legs.
I took off the glass doorknob (and tucked that away for something else), all the hinges and gave it a good cleaning. And then (this is where you want to avert your eyes, professionals!), I simply screwed those legs (um, many times) with the longest screws I could find right onto the four corners of the table. A tiny bit of sanding on the bottom to level it all, some putty to cover the holes, a layer of paint later (Yolo's Imagine .04, which I've used on all the bookshelves in the house)....and well, we had ourselves a table.
Yes, we were all quite happy about that.
It fits, just perfectly, where I needed it to go, without taking up too much space. I love that it has a bit of the 'old' house story, and a bit of our 'old' family story too.
And mostly I love that it's miraculously straight and completely sturdy and just perfect for all the rocking out that my little boy loves to do with his records.
He keeps his Album of the Week right here.
Sorry John, Paul, George and Ringo. It looks like you're on your way out.
