Hand-me-down

Isn’t it funny how no matter how long you’ve been gone you can still remember everything about the house you grew up in? I’m almost certain that I could find my way through the Olathe house I lived in for my first 13 years…blindfolded. I remember the kitchen table we sat around for so many family dinners, birthdays and holidays. When I was 7 or 8 I had a minor breakdown when I realized that there were only 4 chairs that actually sat around the table. The 5th chair, my chair, was in the corner except at meal times. In my 7 or 8-year-old mind I decided this meant I was an outsider in the family and not good enough to have my own chair at the table. But can you blame me after the years of torture I received from my brother and sister, telling me I was adopted?? “You were just a baby–that’s why you don’t remember” 🙂

Anyway, 12 years after leaving the house in Olathe, that kitchen table has made it back to me. After some time in Hannibal at my brother’s, then back to Olathe at my sister’s, the round oak table is now in my possession. A couple weekends ago I finally decided it was time for an update, so I called on my good friend Martha Stewart. Actually, I went to Home Depot and picked out a really pretty grayish blue color from her line- Schoolhouse Slate. After priming, painting, sanding and sealing, here is what I got. Who doesn’t love before and afters?

Watch out Sharkey, Hazel is movin in!

This will probably be my last home project for awhile, but I can’t wait to get into a new house in Houston and decorate with what I have!