LA has a bad reputation. Pretty scenery – vapid, self involved people.
So I moved here from New York with somewhat low expectations.
But, honestly, I am surrounded by an incredible group of friends here.
Tom C and his beautiful wife Brooke (really beautiful – I don’t want to be sexist here so I’ll say Tom is quite attractive himself but Brooke… there is some serious pretty going on there) are perfect examples- great friends – generous, fun and always there for you.
And I mean THERE for you.
They were 100% supportive of my new business but I didn’t really expect this phone call from an out-of-breath Tom:
“David, our upstairs neighbors threw out, like, an entire apartments worth of furniture. I fought off all the other people that were trying to take it and dragged it all to my parking space!”
That may sound overly dramatic to you but, in LA, the second you put something on the curb some kind of Bat Signal goes out and people descend like furniture piranha. And Tom somehow managed to haul not just one piece but eight out of that melee. It can’t have been easy.
And because my Honda Civic wasn’t going to cut it he hauled them all to my house in his truck. And my house isn’t anywhere near his house.
These are the kinds of people I know here in self-involved Los Angeles.
I’m very lucky.
First up was this set of end tables. They were painted a truly ugly, pale yellow flecked with specs of gold – basically they looked like King Midas had peed on them. (seriously people what the hell was going on in the 70s? Did everyone just, collectively lose their minds for 10 years?)
Even better, they had that faux leather top.
I hate those leather tops. Have you encountered them?
They are always beyond repair; you can’t patch them or paint them so you have to remove them and that makes a huge mess.
So after ripping, and sanding, and cursing, and ripping and sanding and more cursing I ended up with…..a really, really ugly top. BUT there was a nice inset so I had piece of glass cut and found some attractive paper at Paper House and here is the result:
I went with a nice, crisp white and chose not to distress it. I love all the detail lines and carvings and some easy spray-painting took care of the handles.
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