Backyard projects continue with some patio furniture fixing and it’s super fun/nauseating. Most mornings this week have been spent getting high off of spray paint fumes while my kids are at school. I live a pretty clean life otherwise so when my husband commented that I could have just started drinking with the amount of damage I’m doing, my (weakened) brain quickly decided that if I’m gonna poison myself slowly I want it to go towards fresh patio furniture over every other vice imaginable. Priorities.First up in my hack shop is this tulip table below. It’s a vintage knockoff of a Saarinen table. Possibly a Burke, though I’m having trouble identifying it. All I know is that it’s not a Knoll. And I just want to say that this project does not define who I am as a person because some shady stuff went down as it went from this to that:
While mosaics crossed my mind, like they do every second of every day, a big white top seemed like the right move. I was thinking that we’d make one but craigslist turned up a newer reproduction Saarinen dining table top for cheaper than we could reproduce and with a stronger finish than I could pull off at home. This space is used for sloppy backyard dinners and kid art projects so a durable and easy to clean top was important. I think it’s resin covered in glassy lacquer/poly. Whatever it is, it can take a beating. I was a little unsure about the size and during planning stages tried to figure the largest size that could safely balance on this 15″ base. Eero Saarinen supposedly wanted to rid the world of furniture leg slums (his words, not mine) with this pedestal design but the only downside is tippage capabilities. The best calculations I could come up with, based on existing coffee table’s dimensions and funny hand-drawn diagrams employing what little physics I remember, was that 46″-48″ was the max. This top is 47″ and it’s super sturdy on here and I feel emboldened to go even bigger one day. No tip overs expected.Now about the base. I’m not one to butcher or alter vintage, but in this case, I went ahead with some atrocities. The original table came from a painter’s studio and the base was covered in paint and pretty dinged up. I respect the vintageness of it and tinkered around with keeping it black, but in the end white looked so much better and was what the selfish owner of this table really wanted. So I spray painted it. With appliance paint. (Seriously durable stuff when white or black is what you need). Geez, just how much disrespect can one girl pile on one table? So that’s the short of it and now I’ve got a dream table but still haven’t found dream chairs. I’m waiting it out with this old Ikea set that might one day get a makeover of its own and find its way to the front yard. Either way, this is such an upgrade from before.And now I need to get back to paint huffing. I was SO happy to be done with spray painting yesterday until one of my dear children knocked down/climbed all over the last piece while it was drying. I over-reacted but my brain cells are on the line. I don’t know how much more Charlie Work my body can take.