a table worth writing about...or on

Happy Monday, Internets!

What did you do this weekend? 

My husband and I spent a lot of ours cursing and covered in Still Tidewater.  We painted the heck out of our kitchen table and chairs.

A little back story on our meal partaking furniture:

We had a kitchen table and chairs that I bought at a yard sale for 20 bucks many moons ago.  It's just a simple affair, with one leaf and four matching chairs.  We sanded it and painted it and then beat the crap out of it over the years with our growing brood.  Over the years I collected four more chairs and painted them to match.

My friend, Renee, also had a black table that she had painted.  She also had baby twins at the time and so the original finish didn't get sanded or stripped before it was painted.  Consequently, the paint was a bit chipped and peeling.  When they moved to Texas last spring (SNIFF), she sweetly gifted me with this big, sturdy table and chairs.  And an elliptical machine, which I totally use all the time....honest...sorta.

Like the only photo I could find of this table and chairs..also featured: Renee's kiddos, Ben, Neill and some burritos.

So, the big table with, like a million leaves, moved into our kitchen and the older table moved into the disused dining room to be covered with a vintage table cloth and piled with brik-a-brak and be...disused.

I've been wanting to refinish the table since May but other things, cute things mainly, kept getting in the way.  Well, I finally did it!  Or, WE finally did it.  My husband can't stand the sight of his wife sitting in a puddle of turquoise paint, holding an electric paint sprayer and crying, apparently.

It turned out AWESOME.

Look how the pretty details on the base show up now!

And here's the best part:

Yep, that's a chalkboard painted tabletop, baby!  My mind swims with all the uses this has.  And the fun!  And it's totally washable.

This morning, the husband looked at the table and said, "You know, I think we need to distress the chairs and the base.  It would be much more cohesive with the black showing through."

I'm surprised he didn't start that sentence with "Hey, girl..".

Yes, I'm blessed, ladies.  My man knows what "distressed" means and not only that, he's totally right.  As soon as I get the chance I'm taking some fine grain sandpaper to this bad boy.

Neill copied a place setting for the other side. So cute.

I'm loving my bright and breezy new table.  Thanks, love!  And thanks, Renee!