They didn’t tell me one was broken. Great set of end-tables they said. Only $40 they said.
Well. They should have said, ‘Hey. So, we broke one of the legs. We didn’t take it apart and glue it, you know, properly fix it. We just stuck some nails and screws in it and when that didn’t work, we sold them to you.” That’s what they should have said.
But they didn’t.
So it wasn’t until I got them home and started to work on them that I discovered this giant, wobbly crack in one of the legs on one of the end tables. Great. Now what will I do with a broken end table?
Make it something less end table-ish? Maybe turn it upside down? Add extra legs? You know how I LOVE to add legs!
Some finials on the top of what used to be the legs…
And some paint, too, of course. Cause that’s how I roll…
And even though it could never stand the pressure of being an end table again, life is just too hard as an end table, it can now enjoy life as a bed.
For a pet. But not just any pet.
A pampered and spoiled one. A pet that still insists you turn on the bathroom faucet for him to drink out of even though you spent fifty bucks on kitty cat fountain just for him. Yeah. That kind of pet.
That’s exactly the kind of pet that deserves this bed. Because you will make it and he will still want to sleep on your kitchen table.
Where you will spoil them with superfluous stuff like this.