Welcome Back Kotter End Tables

Hello friends! It seems like it has been forever since I was on here and really a week away from the blogosphere is like, well, forever in blogger terms but I am truly appreciating that my loyal readers are hanging in there with me even with only one post a week. I love you all.

We spent the weekend in Ohio with family for my nephew’s third birthday and it was so good to be back there and see everyone. We also got to be a part of his baptism on Sunday as well by being his Godparents, such an honor for my husband and I. Another special part was that Annie got to help the minister baptize her cousin with the water. So touching, I had tears in my eyes. It was so nice for Mike, the kids and I to go somewhere together as it is a rarity with his hours. He had a Saturday off for the first time in nine months!

Back to business!

When my husband and I were dating, he lived in a townhome in a golf course community not too far from where we live now.

It was the ultimate bachelor pad.

To give you an idea, the first thing you would see when you walked up the main stairs to the bedrooms was a huge framed Caddyshack movie poster.
And golf clubs.
And dirty laundry.
And I am pretty sure the previous week’s pizza still in the box.

Yes, it was the envy of all married guys in the tri-county area.

And as cool as it was…well to the male folk that is….there was definite room for improvement.

The Welcome Back Kotter end tables that I am referring to in the title were some of the above improvement to which I am also referring. And the funny part of this story? I thought these tables were garage sale finds of my mother- in- law.

Nope.
He bought these.
On purpose.
At a furniture store.
And probably paid full price.

Which made me laugh even more.
I love him so much but an interior decorator he is not.
As evidenced by the aforementioned end tables.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am not a furniture purist but these end tables are end tables in the most basic form.
They have four legs and they hold things.

For seven years, I have looked at these bad boys and wanted to do something with them.
Like, put them to the curb for the garbage man.

But I would go to furniture stores and see how much end tables cost, sigh and justify that no one really looks at end tables anyway!

Their sole purpose is to hold lamps, remote controls, cups, food, magazines…

Holy crap, end tables have a big responsibility!

Then I would come home and be resigned with our humble little Sanford and Son end tables.

So recently, I have been busy painting furniture as most of you know. I have turned several pieces in my home that were destined for furniture hall of shame into pretty awesome key pieces.

For example:

This:

Became this: