Knock, knock. Who's there? Our coffee table.

This is one of the cooler (my opinion) things we have done. It all started on morning when Sar and I were leaving for school/work. It was garbage pickup day, and there was a large pile outside of our building. So Sar and I have this habit, see, of looking at piles of garbage with this I-need-to-furnish-my-apartment sort of intent. And on this morning, while I saw nothing of note, Sar stopped me to look at this old, beaten up discard door. When I saw it I was like, "umm, we have one already, lets go" but Sar was all like "Hark, there within that refuse lies a golden opportunity!" So we stand there looking at a pile of garbage for a few minutes, when one of our building crew guys stops and asks us whether we want something (from the pile of trash.) Sar replies by saying something like "Behold, good Sir! Treasures abound! My Gentlemen caller and I desire that jettisoned domestic barricade." So after this guy is finished laughing at us, he agrees to take the door away from the pile and kept it on the side of the building for us.

"Elbow Grease!"

So Sar's idea was to take this beaten up door, and turn it into our new coffee table. The first thing we did with the door was to clean it, which we did in the alley next to our apartment building. After that, we brought it back up to our apartment (looking totally awesome as we did so,) and I began to put on a couple of coats of polyurethane. Meanwhile, Sar was busy online looking for something to use as legs. She ended up finding these awesome looking (and reasonably priced) hand-carved claw feet on ebay. I attached the claw feet using a combination of brackets and large screws. As a finishing touch, we added the door knocker from our Binghamton apartment (I wasn't the one who took it,) and viola our new coffee table was complete!