Dang. It has been a long time since I posted anything. I was visiting my parents, who don’t have the innerwebs at their house, and then I had a “cold,” if by “cold” you mean debilitating, life-sucking, depression-inducing, snotty virus. Ugh. I feel much better now.
When I got back from living abroad (almost three years in Africa and South America), one of the first things I bought with my “real job” funds was an old, round oak table. I loved that table so much. It is heavy and very farmhousey, very un-Pottery Barn. After I’d had the table for a few years, I had an iron teapot that I used a lot, and I used to clumsily set it on the oak tabletop. Woops. This caused dozens of round, black stains from the iron pot. After the first few, I was like, eh, who cares? I’ll sand it and re-finish it and it will look fine. Uh. That would be fine. Except. Except I said that to myself over and over again for SIX YEARS. I took that table with me in no less than six moves in eight years, too. I’m pretty sure that in the last six years I’ve had a few hours on my hands that I could have been working on that table.
At last, yesterday, I got the sandpaper, the electric sander and my gumption and took the tabletop out to the garage. It was so satisfying sanding away the past. Also, I LOVE messy jobs, so it was fun getting all sandy and dirty. And my husband helped! I am used to being around men who, when it comes to projects like this, either a) take care of something for me or b) let me do whatever I want and leave me to it. It was nice to work on it with someone for a change.
The tabletop still needs to be oiled and I guess it needs some polyeurathane (sp?) too. It feels so amazing to actually have done something that I’ve been meaning to do for that long. I am the world’s most fantastic procrastinator. Ever. I rule the world of procrastination.
I hope this bodes well for 2008. I hope 2008 is a year of doing things that I meant (or mean) to do, using far fewer of my many procrastination skills.
Pictures of the table to follow.