Husband à l’Etranger has been home on gardening leave for over a month now, awaiting his next “mission”, and has quite definitely been leading me astray! Not more than two days can pass before he’s chomping at the bit to get to a local brocante and have a rummage through all that’s out on display. There are several antique fairs and junk shops within a few short minutes of our house, and this morning, after both of us had dragged ourselves out of bed at 5am to get our 14 year old to his “stage” or work experience placement, and then i’d been kindly allowed to get back to sleep again while he did the car trip to the boulangerie at the centre of the “stage”, it seemed only moments before bacon sandwiches and freshly squeezed orange juice appeared at my bedside. Clearly Husband à l’Etranger was keen to get “antiquing” before the best things were gone!
Every time we get in the car we say firmly to one another “You’re not allowed to buy anything” – knowing full well that December the fifteenth is nearly upon us and represents the awful day when the council take our “Taxe d’Habitation”(resident’s tax), and our “Taxe Foncière”(home owner’s tax) out of our bank accounts in one enormous, and impoverishing chunk, leaving us destitute moments before Christmas. We always look at each other, our faces a picture of hardfast committment to the “no spending” rule, and then spend the morning hoping the other will crack the first.
Last week, Husband à l’Etranger had come home with two brass “fire-dogs” under his arm, which drew some chuntering on my part about promises and too much junk in the garage until he declared that they cost the grand total of 4€, and would so improve the burning capacity of our fireplace and consumption of logs, that he was let off.
The week before he managed to unearth 12 wineglasses that I had completely overlooked that matched EXACTLY our other 6 wineglasses that I had bought in an antique shop two years earlier. We both decided that this was a special occasion because now we could invite more than 6 people to dinner, and they were only 20€. You can imagine the conversation that ensued – Clearly they were meant for us and no-one in their right minds could turn down a bargain like that…could they? Even after the stall owner took 10 minutes to locate, having gone for a coffee, and with such a “cooling off period”, the glasses left with us. A dinner party is in the cooking.
But the largest item that has come home, is one that I bought without his “say-so”. About a month ago I came home with a dining-room table. It was in quite a state, and no-one in their right minds could say that it was pretty. But I had got fed up with the kids arguing about who could put their feet on the bar running under the centre of our old table, and squeaks about squashed feet, and then I discovered this one in a junk shop with no central bar and I knew that with a bit of t.l.c it was a keeper.
It sat in the garage while I blew hot and cold about it, and then finally a fortnight ago I got to work.
So here it is , all orangey red varnish, looking very forlorn:
and a day later, sanded clean:
I’m not a big fan of varnish, so when I discovered our local DIY shop sold “invisible” varnish I decided to give it a try. Afterwards I painted the legs with a white primer, followed by a pale grey/taupe matt paint and rubbed them lightly to distress them, and here is the end product:
It has a neat table extension system (rallonges) where the end pieces slide under the main table to shorten it.But for now we’re just getting used to where we put our feet…
Perhaps in front of the fire next to the “dogs” suggests Husband à l’Etranger.
Really lovely job you did on the table. It is beautiful, and you will enjoy it for many years with the satisfaction of knowing that you re-created it.
Absolutely stunning job you have done on the table. Congratulations on recognising its potential and for all the work you have done,
Thank you so much. I keep seeing similar tables in a bad way and wonder if I should give more of them a new lease of life!
I love the table too – especially the painted part! I’m envious of your great find as I love to “rescue” things too. I’m hoping for a pair of lovely chairs for my sitting room when we are done finishing the basement. 🙂
Thank you so much. We managed to seat 10 around it for a dinner party so I decare it a success!
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I’ve been meaning to comment ever since I saw this latest post, but our wi-fi has been hugely aggravating; on/off all the time so it’s been too annoying to linger on the computer.
Anyway, your table is magnificent! I’m really impressed by your vision for it since I think that I just wouldn’t have been able to make the transition in my mind for what it could become. Congratulations 🙂
Great job! I have the same table. Do you find it difficult to extend without having the ends at an upwards angle? I’m always having to slide underneath like a mechanic to sort mine out ☺️
Thank you. No mine sits perfectly flat, but when I open it out I do have to lift the mid-section slightly to reduce the friction. Thanks for your comments, I really appreciate them.
Well, it’s very funny in that I have just found the same table as yours with the same sliding mechanism. Well, moreorless, since now I look at yours I see that you have a slightly more solid looking table with a different detail on the legs. Anyway, we have been finding it difficult to sit eight for dinner and so I jumped at this when we were in Emmaus the other day. So, I will do a similar make-over as you have done and thank you! Without having read your blog, I wouldn’t have seen the possibilities 🙂
I hope it goes really well restoring it. Mine didn’t take too long, and the bonus was finding in Leroy Merlin a varnish that doesn’t colour the wood orangey. It was called invisible, and it’s also matt. I thoroughly recommend it. Have fun!
Thank you! I’ve abandoned it for the moment as I’m having such a struggle with the garden … hot sun, followed by storms and rain. I think I’ll just stick to painting this year and buy my veg in the market; I’ll have to decide soon.