I’m usually a little wary of free curbside furniture. Seems like a sure way to welcome bedbugs into your home, although some New Yorkers swear by trash day in certain upscale neighborhoods as the fast track to furnishing fancy-like and on the cheap. There is, of course, a first time for everything, and I recently plucked this bedside table from the curb while on an unrelated Craigslist pick-up mission; the table was actually right beside the driveway belonging to the people we purchased Kaspar’s bike trailer from. Their home did not look bed-bug prone in the least (plus, the table offers little hiding room for insect stowaways). It’s not a particularly fancy table—in fact, it was kind of cheap and unattractive, and Aaron questioned my enthusiasm in adopting it into our home—but I needed a bedside table, and I had a vision for this one.
I have a thing for bold colors, clean lines and interesting accents; handles or knobs can make or break cabinetry, you know? If I were a hoarder, and had time for flea markets on the weekends, I’d surely sport a collection of cool and unusual drawer pulls, doorknobs, etc. I don’t have a collection like that, but I’d recently seen this cool owl-pair drawer pull at a local shop. The table brought it to mind, and gave me an excuse to claim it as my own with the intent to bring the two together.
This pull is actually silver (or pewter or whatever), not gold. The photo lies.
I ordered some turquoise Real Milk Paint (we also ordered some French Gray for our bed… I think the colors will compliment each other nicely), which is non-toxic and fume-free (though it does contain lye, which is highly corrosive, so it’s important to take caution not to inhale it while mixing). It comes as a powder, lasts for up to a month once you’ve mixed it (with water), and far longer than that just stashed on the shelf in its unprepared form. I sanded the table down and got to work this morning, with Kaspar sitting beside me on the back deck, drawing with crayons. The paint dried quickly, and I applied a few coats, attached the new pull, and—presto, change-o— my project is done. Take that, Anthropologie! I’m now on the hunt for just the right table lamp. I’ll someday read in bed again while closing out the day (lately I’ve been working every night until I collapse around 2… but this is a particularly busy phase that will eventually pass), and when that day comes, I’ll be ready for it with my fun and feminine nightstand.