What Is It?
A recent visit to a local antique shop proved just too much for me.
I mean, when I got home, there IT was,
riding along nicely in the back of my car.
I need to keep the doors locked. I can't tell you how many times things just decide to come along for the ride.
Now it lives in my home, right next to the old rocking chair that my family has had for years and years.
It has shelves.
It has cubbies.
Is it a sewing cart?
Is it a plant stand?
Is it a side table?
I don't have the answer, but the lady at the shop told me it could be whatever I wanted it to be.
It's one of my many treasures that call my place Home.