Years and years ago my Hubby (who was only boyfriend then) inherited an identical table. But he inherited it in the original blah wood finish. Thrifty even then, I convinced him to paint it a fun colour. Because he was obsessed with orange and yellow in those days, I suggested pale yellow. It turned out ho-hum - a bit tacky, even (it was a horrid shade of yellow - like a bleached egg yolk). He used it for years, but then it ended up at his dad's because I prefer ottomans and didn't want a coffee table when we finally moved in together. Fast forward to a few years later and Hubby finds out a childhood friend lives near us in the city we had just moved to. Hubby goes to visit him and spots a yellow coffee table. Intrigued, he asks his friend where he got it and the friend says that Hubby's dad gave it to him. Hubby's friend thought it was ho-hum too because, not knowing it was formerly ours, he said something to the effect of, "too bad some loser painted it yellow".
P.S. See the before & after post of the lovely white table makeover at Modern Jane by clicking here.
