Well, I know that whenever I purchase anything for organizing/containing/storing, there will be a massive overhaul effort involved. One that turns into a big stinkin' ordeal. And such was the case with the four shelves that called out my name from the echoey cavern of a lone storage cube.
I had a few items to be tossed that wouldn't fit into my trash can, so I made a dumpster trip and found these weather-worn wood pieces. Carted them home and am thinking they have promise.
I'm a busy girl through the end of the year. Am throwing a baby shower for dear friend Ali in October, been hired to design a reception for a November 23 wedding, may have a Sweet 16 party to design and plan in December, and the usual holiday entertaining that throws me into a giggly frenzy. And all of this bustle makes me want to get things in order.
The picture below is what delivered this weekend to Chateau Gahan. With our kitchen table and chairs going on loan to Harleigh (graduating roommate took table and chairs), the space in the ken (the den I've created off of my kitchen) needed filling. I have ALWAYS wanted a hutch. The collage above captures, in part, the type of hutch I adore. Every English decorating/lifestyle book I own pictures numerous covetable pieces of this furniture, most often in the kitchen, cluttered with mismatched china dishes and cups, children's artwork, a hobnail lamp, pottery with fresh flowers . . . shelves, drawers and surfaces of random prettiness. The hutch on the lower left (image from Stacey at A Sort of Fairytale) is the one I've most swooned over. The perfect size, the perfect color, the right amount of adornment . . . it belongs in a Goldilocks cottage.