Coffee table

This is a butcher block that has been sitting on Mom and Dads porch since I don't know when. My Dads parents had a grocery store here at Crandall, many years ago. 

It was a Gulf station on US Highway 17, before there was an interstate 95. Here my grandad and his brother are standing out front. It was also a diner, general store, and smokehouse. They sold and bartered many things. 

Back to the table...

You can see from the photo it has been used, a bit. One of the legs was half the length of the others. Plus sitting at the edge of the porch as a catch all for at least 40 years, it has taken a toll. 

Dad showed me how to use his ancient grinder. I sanded and sanded. Then I pressure washed it. Then we flipped it over. I think it weighs about 300-350 pounds. 

Then I learned how to use his ancient circular saw. I measured and cut the legs off. I was going to replace them with some adorable little button feet I found. When I pulled the first leg off it was attached in such a cool way, I just left them. I wish I had taken a picture. There was a peg of sorts, about 3 inches wide at the end of the leg, that went into a hole, that I presume was exactly the same size as the peg. The peg, however, had a rim about halfway that was a tiny bit bigger. This is what holds them on so tightly. 

I have applied several coats of wax since this photo. But, here, for what it's worth, is my new coffee table. Dad thinks I have lost my mind. I like it. 

May 21

There will be much tylonol taken tonight. Demo day one is done. The bathroom is demolished with the exception of a few floor tiles. The carpets removed, and several trees also. The plants have been dug up where the garage will go. They will be transplanted tomorrow. There are many sore muscles.

Before

And

After...

Or after the before, as the actual after will come much later. 

I am tired. 

May 20

I helped my mom sand and stain her dining room set when I was somewhere in the neighborhood of 12 years old. Now, that table has been through a lot! We were a very small working farm, even though both parents worked full time, and my mom managed to also obtain a college degree in her spare time. When we butchered a hog or cow, all the meat would be wrapped and labeled on that table. It served as her pattern cutting table for sewing many, many garments and quilts. Many people gathered around it for regular meals, and for preparing said meals. Canning, crafts, drinking coffee, and conversations were carried out there in my parents dining room. We were a rough crowd. The chairs gave out before I was 10, my dad found a guy around Waldo that made some super sturdy ones to replace the originals. I missed the delicate curved feet and arms of the first ones. I forgot to mention, it was her mother's set, so it was old when she got it in 1971. 

After Mom passed I took the set home with me. I never had a thought that they look so worn. To me, they were just familiar. I could tell you what happened to cause most of the chinks, scratches, and worn spots. 

Now with the new house comes the irrististable urge to redefine our style to match the new house. Oh, Pinterest is just evil! It makes you want all things new and different! 

The new house is such a cute {{little}} cottage, that I'm not even sure how I'm going to fit everything in it! The dining room has that adorable builtin, that I cannot bring myself to pull out. So, the buffet or the china cabinet will almost have to go on a wall in the living room. 

This picture from Pinterest is my inspiration, though I want grey with a touch of yellow (more on that choice later). 

Here's what I have so far....

I sanded and sanded and sanded. Then I gave up and bought a chemical stripper. Then I sanded some more. I used a stain called weathered grey, the a coat of extra thick polyurethane with a Matt finish. 

I like it. I still have two pieces to go! 

The chairs I left at Dad's house. He likes them and I don't. Up until now I have had these giant rattan chairs that don't match, but are very comfortable. 

I found these are the Pickers Market in Fernandina, six chairs plus a table (just like mine, but painted light grey) for the amazing price of $95! Well, how cute are they? They also determined my zinger color. One of the ladies that works at the Market wanted the table, I sold it to her for $25. So six nice chairs for $70! Wow! This is gonna look great, you just wait! 

Focused on home

I am afraid, at least for a little while, this will become a blog that mimics an HGTV series. This series is all about one house and one slightly crazy homeowner, who is obsessed with paying less for everything she purchases. Part DIY, part extreme bargain shopping, part bartering and begging. 

Here's the house: a cottage that was built sometime in the 1940-50s, then added to in 1977. The tax rolls say it was built in 1977. That's just not so. This fireplace...

And this built in cabinet...

With their molding, glass knobs and other details, prove this house is much older. There are other things, such as the type of wood and spacing used for the studs and framing, the wood floors, tall ceilings, light fixtures and siding on the exterior. 

I like it very much. But not enough to move in without the Home and Gardens special episode! The addition may have been convenient in 1977, but it could be reconfigured to fit our lifestyle, without too much fuss. 

We just closed, but have been courting this house for 5 or more months. We won't move in until the majority of the renovations are complete.