I am genetically incapable of driving by the curbside treat, no matter how rough and pitiful it may look through the window of my car (my Dad and sister are my picking spotters, so you can see, it runs in the family). This behemoth, in all of its glorious putty-ness, sang a siren song I couldn’t refuse:t wasn’t until I got home that I realized that this was the one thing I actually needed for my work space: a place in which to store all of the tricks of my trade (OR all of my favorite knick-knacks..they’re a nightmare to dust, but they make my house a home).(Incidentally, the file cabinets were painted and covered with contact paper..and the desk surface is a plywood door. Necessity is the mother of invention!)
I decided to paint the hutch the same yellow as the file cabinets, thinking ‘What could be easier?’
Well, it didn’t “quite” match. Hello, Yellow Submarine! So on to plan B. When in doubt, go with white (plus I figured that would match the TJ Maxx contact paper I used to cover the front of the cabinets..)
Is it any wonder I ALWAYS stop for curbside treasure?