DIY | The Journey of a Humble Table

      I originally started writing this post back in 2018, before life got busy and this blog quietly slipped into hibernation. A lot has changed since then, but this little project stayed with me, tucked away both in storage and in the back of my mind. Going through my drafts, it feels like the perfect time to finally share the story of a table that was never just a table.

      Back in 2018, a few of our little chickadees had started piano lessons. Since we were renting at the time, and didn’t want the hassle of moving a full sized piano, I went with a keyboard. I set it up in a quiet corner of our home, but the space felt dim and the keyboard looked… a bit sad and lonely.

      There wasn’t space for a lamp, and I thought a narrow table, like a sofa table, would be the perfect solution. It could add a little light, a little style, and maybe a spot for a plant or two. So I decided to try building one myself.

Something like this...

      Armed with a hand circular saw and a lot of enthusiasm (but no real woodworking experience), I used flat and corner brackets to piece things together. The legs wouldn’t cut square, the joints didn’t line up, and the whole thing was a little wobbly… but I was proud of the attempt.

      Thankfully, my brother came to the rescue. He has a full blown woodworking shop in his garage. I brought him my crooked creation, and he kindly rebuilt the whole thing with precision: planed and squared boards, a glued and screwed tabletop, and sturdy legs. He turned my shaky project into something solid and beautiful. Thanks, once again, brother D.

        After bringing it home, I sanded everything smooth, softened the sharp edges, and attached the tabletop using corner brackets.

      All that was left was to stain and paint it…

And then life shifted… big time.

      The table waited quietly in storage through my separation, my divorce, through everything. 

      Then last year, when I signed the lease for my massage studio and started planning the space, it came back to mind. It took a lot of sweat and determination to pull it out from the back of the storage unit, but it was finally time.

      I painted the legs a soft grey and scuffed them slightly for a worn in feel, then wrapped the top in wood look contact paper. 

      And now, after all these years, it lives behind the settee in my beautiful studio, it’s forever home in my healing space.

      What started as a DIY project for my kids’ piano lessons became something much more. It’s a quiet little symbol of rebuilding… of starting something, setting it aside, and one day finishing it when the time is right..