It had been sent to pasture long ago, relegated to storage for weed killer, gasoline and fescue seed in the shed behind the house.
We’re having some good friends over tonight to celebrate my 30th and Meghan decided the party wouldn’t be complete without our very own drink station. She started searching at the usual places, craigslist, her favorite furniture stores, ect., and then I remembered my old friend in the shed who could do the trick with a little TLC.
First thing first, we wiped off years of dust and neglect, giving the bar a good clean.
Next up was sanding. The original plan was to paint it all white. Clean and simple. But while running the orbital sander across the top of the bar, I was amazed by the grain of the wood that was beginning shine through. We may have hit a jackpot.
I sanded the rest of the bar and then on to paint. Meghan refused to let me paint the top of the bar, so I taped it off real quick, grabbed a brush, some paint we had around the house and laid down the first coat.
One more coat and our new (old) bar was ready to move to it’s place for the night.
Pretty incredible what a few hours and a little paint can do sometimes:
The only thing we had to buy was a new bottle opener to attach to the side.
We love how this turned out!