My grandmother wouldn’t mind that I painted and then wrote all over her coffee table. She was one of the most giving people you’ve ever met. She truly was the type of person that would give you the shirt off her back if you needed it. I strive to live up to her legacy every day of my life.
She was also a very lucky lady. I mean lucky as in she could spot a four-leafed clover in a field of them. She was constantly finding money on the ground.
When I was living with her my freshman year in college, she made me do a U-turn on a street because she saw a five dollar bill in the middle of the road! She was a hoot and loved to make people laugh with her jokes or just dressing up as a bunny every Easter.
(That’s my sisters and me in the floral skirt.)
She also won several contests in her life. But, she rarely kept her winnings. One of the things she won was a solid construction coffee table. When I was moving into my first apartment, she gave it to me. We used it for years until my design tastes changed and I bought a new one. Grandma’s coffee table moved into our attic. It sat there for years, buried under bags and suitcases.
When the big tree fell on our house, we did some serious purging in the attic. I should have taken the coffee table to Goodwill or sold it at our yard sale. But, something made me keep it a little longer.
Then the GMC Hidden Treasure Adventure came up on the horizon again. I remembered how little furniture the Habitat homeowner had last year and I found myself staring at my Grandmother’s coffee table. And I knew…I just knew that it deserved better than our dusty hot attic.
I hauled the coffee table and an old potato bin (from Holly) in the back of the GMC Acadia on our way to Haven.
When we got to Atlanta, we unloaded our furniture and began priming and painting (in the hotel room…yes…we…did!)
I painted the legs Annie Sloan Chalk Paint in Duck Egg blue. Then I gave the top a few coats of chalkboard paint and sanded between coats.
At some point Holly asked me if I thought my Grandmother would mind that I was painting her coffee table. I knew in my heart that she wouldn’t because it was for a good cause.
On Sunday, as I brought the coffee table into the living room, Jocie and I were amazed how well it coordinated with her purchases that she had collected to furnish and decorate the room with.
As the minutes before the reveal grew fewer, I thought we shouldn’t leave the coffee table blank. We all gathered around the little table and left our chalked messages for the new homeowners. And I knew at that moment that my Grandmother didn’t mind that I painted and wrote on her coffee table. I knew that she couldn’t be more pleased and happy that her table was about to be starting a new life in a new Habitat home.
Will you help continue my Grandmother’s work: When my grandmother was alive, one of her ongoing gifts was to the Ronald McDonald house. She collected can tops and hand delivered them to the local house when she had collected several bags. The Ronald McDonald houses still collect soda can tabs as a fundraiser. If you live near a house, check to see if they accept them. Better yet, next time you feel the need to get some McDonald’s fries and a Diet Coke. Clean out your coin tray at the collection bin under the teller’s window. Every little penny helps. My grandmother would totally appreciate it!