Have you ever screwed up? I mean, really screwed up…on something that didn’t belong to you?
It’s one thing when a project of your own goes south. That’s bound to happen once in a while, and it’s no fun…but what about when it happens on a project that belongs to someone else?
Well, those are the days when you just wish you never got out of bed!
You can see where this is going, right?
All I was supposed to do was a simple refinish job on a table top while my friend was between houses. There weren’t even any legs to worry about. She just wanted to resuscitate her hand-me-down table and give it a few more years until they could afford a new one. Easy enough….so easy, in fact, that I called in one of my handy-dandy short helpers in to do some sanding for me!
Remember this guy with the mischievous smile?
Turns out he could have used a little more supervision on the sanding process, ‘cause this is what we ended up with:
Let’s look a little more closely, shall we??
Yep. All those arrows point to spots where he sanded right through the veneer into the plywood base. Ack!
We all know it wasn’t a great piece of furniture...
…but it wasn’t MY furniture to wreck!
It wasn’t fun for my boy or me to confess our mutual misdeed to my friend, although you couldn’t have asked for a more understanding listener. Since these weren’t the types of flaws one can hide on a stained table-top, I could only feel better about offering to replace the table. Strictly to ease my conscience (and trust me, it was a battle), my friend agreed to accept this table that I had waiting in my garage “in trade.”
It’s solid oak, and I liked the legs! Plus, it has a leaf.
(You can see I already had sanded the table top in this picture.)
After looking at some pictures of other tables I have refinished, my friend chose a lightly-distressed black base and a dark stained top (like this one).
Her new house has dark, reddish-brown wood floors, so I tried to give the wood top that tone, by using alternating layers of English Chestnut and Antique Walnut stain—two each.
I finished the table with four coats of Varathane, to keep up with her young family.
So that’s the story behind the table “Resitution.”
It went to its new home last night!
And now my conscience can rest!