Months ago, the neighbors were obviously purging.

Justin came home and said, “there’s a table across the street I think you might want.”

He speaks my love language.

I looked out the window.

Yep, that table belongs to me.

I immediately went to the garage and got the hand truck.

Work smarter – Not harder.

The glass inserts were broken or missing .

Don’t care. Didn’t want them anyways.

Most days, I look at the hoard.

It’s just a pile of goodness. However, I might be the only one in my current household that thinks so .

I saw this picture one day while scrolling.

Cute! I want one.

I close my eyes and picture the hoard.

Hey! I have a table that I can do that to and will have the same effect.

Pull it out of the hoard trying not to injure myself or anything other precious item in the process .

Repair and sand

Prime and paint

Of course it’s white.

Find some scrap wood

Add some padding

Staple on cute fabric

Mom helps with some adorable tufting

I think it’s one of my very very favorite up cycles.

Happy hump day friends

Make it a great day

Charma