I bought a table from an actor lady who had lived in New Orleans for no more than three months before deciding the city just wasn’t for her. I started to tell her it takes longer than a few months to know if something’s right for you, especially a new home, especially in New Orleans, but I stopped myself. Maybe a few months was all she needed. Plus her mind was already made. She was anxious to be rid of the small bit of furniture she acquired. Most of it, including this table, was bought secondhand. That was in June of this year . So in just seven months, the wandering table has had at least three homes.
I’m currently stripping the paint and plan to later refinish. Stripping paint by hand is tedious, painful even. And yet, satisfying. It’s like unwrapping a gift. Or the curious feeling of staring at yourself in the mirror after taking makeup off. Every strip is a new surprise. One knot was so pretty my heart jumped. Beneath layers of red, blue, purple and brown is not a table, but the skin of a tree in disguise. I wonder where the tree lived, how tall it was, how many years it stood before its death.
This is my first attempt at a refinish and I can admit that I’ve beat the little table up a good bit. I’ve dented the wood and sanded grooves into it by accident. With the help of some hand planes, I hope to restore some of the wood’s integrity by the time I’m done.
Five weeks after I set out to build the bench it’s finally complete. What a difference it makes to have the time right tools. The build was based on a few Youtube tutorials. The surface is 2’x4′. The final height is 42″. It sits on four casters that lock and fits through all my doorways.
My morning went so smooth.
I plowed through my errands and ended up back home by 1pm with all the materials for my workbench.
I ate some lunch and shortly after, my body said ‘let’s take a breather. let’s think for a second.’ I reluctantly obliged. I laid down for a quick twenty minutes before I had enough. I was ready to get to it. I had set this time aside for building and so no matter what, I had to build.
That was probably my first, most obvious mistake: ignoring my body.
That decision was followed by a series of setbacks.
I had waited all month for this day. I finally had time to get in the back and finish the shed off once and for all. The plan was to go to the store, grab the few things I’d need not only for today but also for this coming Tuesday, when I plan to start building my first piece. Before the buy, I straightened the house, cut through piles from the last week and put things in their place. I was able to make one clean lap around Home Depot to get what (I thought) I needed. I took everything to the back, petted the neighbor’s pretty doggy and got to it.
Roof built with Suntuf corrugated polycarbonate panels
At the end of 2017, I wrote out a month by month plan for the start of a furniture and home decor line. I chose March as the month I would make my first investment. Initially, it would have been a metal shed to store my tools and work pieces. I later decided a wooden shed would be a better fit.
It would be my first official project. the foundation of the business. The home base for the fundamental tools. It would empower me daily to know that from the ground up I built the foundation of my brand.