I decided to completely sand the tops to restain them.
|Night and Day difference|
And it rained.
We're in Austin and going through a huge drought. I think it's rained twice since we moved in March. But of course it decides to rain the night I leave my freshly sanded tables outside. I don't get really freaked out by horror movies - but I literally had to work up the courage to even look at the damage. It was as if someone had told me there might be a dead body out on my patio.
Luckily, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I knew I could sand out the water spots, but there was a strange black marking on one of the tables that I was really worried about coming off. (I would have taken a picture, but I was not in my right mind.) Throughout the morning, I kept repeating "I hope that black mark comes off." In my head, of course. Well, except for the two dozen times I said it to the boyfriend.
Saturday afternoon, I pulled on my big girl underwear and decided to stop worrying and just get to sanding. It took some elbow grease, but the black spot disappeared before I sanded a big divot in the top. I may or may not have started dancing a jig. You can probably guess which.
Stay tuned for the after pictures.