For years, our coffee table has been a cheap press board affair, recently mounted on caster wheels because every little scoot earned a loud, creaky complaint from one of the shaky legs. I won't go through my list but, suffice to say, I was done with this thing.
My nine month old daughter obliged me a few mornings ago by somehow managing to flip it over and snap off a leg. (Don't worry, she's fine. Quite pleased with herself, as a matter of fact.) After observing a minimum of disappointment solely for my husbands benefit (he actually liked the darn thing!), I headed out to my favorite thrift store, where I found this:
Its gonna take some work. There's some water damage and it looks like its been not-so-lovingly stored for quite some time. And it smells like mothballs. Blech.
The first thing I did (after leaving it in the sun to air out for, like, all day) was attack it with some sandpaper. I discovered that although the hardware was rusted and beyond saving, the studs on the corners cleaned up very nicely.
Next task: stripping off that icky black canvas!
There, much better.
I'm keeping the edge strips because I like the idea of leaving a little momento of this trunk's former life and humble origins. That, and those studs look like they'd be a pain to take apart.
Taking my inspiration from the great furniture rescues from the ladies of Mod Podge Rocks and infarrantly creative, I plan to decoupage this baby with whatever funky fabric or wallpaper that presents itself and speaks to me. Hopefully that happens soon. In the meantime, a coat or two of primer is in order. Stay tuned for Part Two!