This story is about creativity. And thinking “outside of the box.”
Unfortunately, it’s not about my creativity. Or my thinking.
Here we go.
There once was a husband with a wife who was is obsessed with decorating their house. And redecorating their house.
And redecorating their house.
You get my point. This wife really really really wanted a foyer table. A taller than usual, narrower than usual and shallower than usual foyer table.
For a taller than usual, narrower than usual and shallower than usual but still perfect for a table spot in the foyer.
She found some ideas on Pinterest and even pinned a table constructed of porch posts and an old window.
See inspiration piece here.
Ok, I’m tired of speaking in the third person, so I’m going to spill the beans here. I’m talking about me, I’m the wife.
Please pick your jaw up from the floor, that shocked look is not attractive on anyone.
After studying the above inspiration pic, I decided I wanted to build my foyer table out of old porch
After a long and frugal search, the stars aligned and I bought four perfectly white and chippy porch posts for $60 at an antique show.
And I said “Husband, please build me a foyer table. Pretty please.” I marched back into the house to take care of some really important task that I can’t seem to remember right now.
Unfortunately fortunately, when an engineer turns furniture builder, he comes up with all kinds of reasons why four porch posts and some scrap wood can’t become a sturdy and unusually shallow foyer table.
Something about it not being stable. Stable shmable. He said it needed some kind of cross piece for stability, and I had since scrapped the window idea because I couldn’t find the perfect size.
This, my friends is when the genius struck. And it wasn’t my genius. Which I found really annoying.
My husband called around to several bike shops until he found one willing to give us an old bike wheel. And darn it if that old bike wheel didn’t complete the coolest foyer table I’d ever laid eyes on.
If you look very closely, you can see the tiny shiny little screw that attaches the wheel to the legs.
I left the porch posts and scrap wood as is, no sanding or painting. Just a little cleaning.
And the husband, the wife, and the unusually tall, unusually narrow and unusually shallow foyer table that perfectly fit the unusual space lived happily ever after. The end.