Here is the table I grew up with. I received it from my Mom when we moved into our current apartment. It was old and ugly. You can kinda tell on the before picture. I forgot to take a decent before picture. Thought I had one, but this was all I had. Anyway, I bought a new table cloth because I ruined the old one doing crafts with exact-o knives. Joe ruined the new one with an iron. It went without a tablecloth for a few days, and then one evening we had nothing to do. We headed to Home Depot and looked at paint swaps. Brought home a huge pile, and after I aggravated over it for a while, I picked this dark red. I then bough the most expensive gallon of paint in the store, and Joe and I painted it. It was lots of fun. Just so you know, my spot growing up was on the north west side, next to Heather, who sat on then end.