Maybe the stars need to align just so. Maybe someone up above is smiling down on you.
Or maybe it's just your turn for a change.
However it happened, the finished table came out just like we pictured -- like a rustic old table we'd nicked from some farmhouse. All credit to the kid.
First we sanded and primed.
Then the kid spray painted all the edges gold.
The plan was to paint the table then rub or sand the edges so a hint of the gold showed through. But as soon as we started painting we discovered that if we brushed the paint on sparingly in places we could achieve that beat up look without it looking uniform or intentional.
When we finished I said to the kid, "I want one."
She just smiled. 'Cause we both know it's one of a kind.
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