I like going to my sister’s house. True I can’t seem to sleep worth a darn but I love my family. It’s the place where we all go to congregate because everybody goes to the one who has the youngest children. Or any children in this instance. It’s a good time. Except when your dad drives off and leaves you and your sister alone with some pillows, a statue and a gigantic painting out in a less than ideal part of town to hang out to watch illicit act-ivies and wonder where in the heck he is. But that’s family, right?
When I go to down to visit my family we ALWAYS go thrifting. And I always come back with some awesome stuff. People don’t thrift down there like they do here. It’s crazy but I’ll take what those snobs won’t :)
And on this same day that where my sister and I sat on a concrete bench while I frantically called my mother, my sister wondered aloud if our father had been car-jacked and kept me up on the less than lawful activities taking place in front of me, we also went to a big ol’ estate sale. And there my sister grabbed this thing and started to carry it around (to be fair I bought a rickety old rocker with a big hole in it) I asked her what it was and what it was for. And she didn’t know either. But heck if that stops the Murray girls from buying crap at a thrift store/garage sale/estate sale/whatever.
But in the end, we made it into a DIY game table for the boys. Now they can play games across from one another on the floor without the fear of dogs running over the board and throwing pieces all over the place. Which is pretty convenient for both the kids and the dogs.
For this project we used:
- an old table of some sort
- new screws and nuts
- E-6000 adhesive spray
- duck cloth canvas fabric
- rusty metal primer
- gloss enamel spray paint
- 1/4 furniture grade plywood
- hot glue gun
What is this thing? Heck if we knew and heck if that didn’t keep us from spending five of my dad’s poached and hard-earned bucks on it. Our best guess is an ottoman because it’s not terribly sturdy. It’s awfully low for a table and if it was a bench of some sort, the people in the 50’s were crazy tiny.
So we don’t turn the thing over until we get home. Is that mold?
Uh, yeah. That’s totally mold.
So we ripped away the orange vinyl and got to see how swinging and hot it was back in the day. A really pretty red orange color we both really liked.
But there was still of a moldy sort. So chauffeur Daddy gets to drive me and the sister to Lowe’s to purchase plywood which I lost in the store at least once to replace that awful mold ridden whatever it was. Then he also got to cut it for us. Aren’t we just the best daughters ever?
And the first go we painted the legs with some spray paint and primer all in one. To say it didn’t work out is an understatement and in the end they had to be sanded, primed and painted with a different brand of paint.
Once the new top was cut it was the only way we could see to attach it to the old frame was by wrapping the fabric around it like the old vinyl. First we sprayed E-6000 on the top of the plywood and then smoothed down the fabric. It took really well and I was totally happy with the results. I wasn’t totally happy when a week or so later there was some strange clog that sent liquid glue straight into my eye but if it’s going to happen to someone it will probably be me. But I’ll definitely be using this stuff again. It’s good.
To get it to attach well, we used plain old hot glue. I mean, if my sister could install a baby gate with nothing more than a hot glue gun, this was cake.
Oh, and it never occurred to us to paint or prime the base so there was rust everywhere.
To get nice, sharp corners, we just folded the fabric in like on a present and hot glued it down inside.
Where the screws needed to go through we used a hot hot glue gun to make the holes larger and kind of seal them off at the same time. They first started as tiny slits with a razor blade. Because we can undo a utility knife but we sure cannot put it back together.
Next it came time to put this thing together. The original screws where there but they were rusty and grody looking. Remember the word grody? Totally bringing it back. So Russell picked me out some washers and nuts and bolts to replace the old ones with. Except the washers didn’t fit anything so, that didn’t work out so well. But the thing got put back together because I decided that I didn’t need washers anyhow!
And there it is. Now it’s not good for more than two kids because of the obvious humps on either side, but my sister only has two so it works out pretty well.
And putting this thing together was family time and you can’t beat that!
Have you ever DIYed up something and made something useful out of it when you didn’t even know what it was in the first place? I want to hear about it!Written by Allison Murray - Visit Website