When I rounded the corner at the flea market a while back and saw this,
I knew I had to have it.
I couldn’t say no.
Getting it home and in the house was another I Love Lucy/Laura Adventure,
involving two men from the flea market,
and my husband standing in the driveway giving me stern looks.
Isn’t life grand?
Our house is old and quirky (like its owner) and only has 8 foot ceilings,
and although this piece barely fit,
I couldn’t turn back ,
and I was
in it to win at that point.
And so I now have
what I have christened
a butler’s pantry,
however faux it really is.
All I know is it hides things.
but not limited to
my Singapore Bird collection,
and the gazillion wine glasses I collected for my Christmas parties.
a few other odds and ends…
because I like to name things in my posse (Hauler 2),
I need to call this
Faux Butler’s Pantry #2
there is a
(the utility room closet with added shelves)
Laura #2 signing off
to see what Laura #1 is up to now.