I hate having the Mac on the kitchen counter. I can't comfortably sit there, and the mouse and the keyboard keep getting gummed up with cat hair and kibble crumbs. (Winter's feeing station is directly above the computer.)
I've been looking for a small desk to use, without much luck. Either they are too big, or their prices are too high. I thought I was going to have to keep the computer in the kitchen for a while, but yesterday I had an idea.
Yesterday was Dump Day. When my parents moved about a year ago, I took a lot of their stuff that was otherwise headed for the dump. Over the last year, I've given away or sold most if the stuff, but not all. I asked my dad to come over and haul the few left overs to the dump, and that's when we found an old iron table base again, hidden in the back corner of the garage. I'm not sure where it came from, but I suspect that it used to be at my great-grandfather's farm.
It's been painted many, many times. Paint chips were flaking off and rust was starting to show in a few places. I washed and sanded it down, and then sprayed it black with a can of paint.
I forgot to take the before picture. It used to be white.
I thought of stripping off all the previous layers of paint, but the truth is, I suspect that this is so old, the paint may be holding it together. And, I kind of like the idea of keeping the existing lumps and bumps, and celebrating its age. Especially if I can find the top I'm thinking of.