I think I have a furniture addiction in general, one that is currently manifesting in sideboards for our dining room. Last year it was side tables so its obviously not a new problem.
The hubby and I found this when we were out antiquing one day. It’s actually a part of a set for a little girl’s bedroom. I fell in love. And it has drawers behind that center door. Drawers! Please, excuse the picture. It’s another phone pic because I was too lazy to walk upstairs and get the good camera.
It’s not that I don’t like the old sideboard. And by old I mean the sideboard redo I just finished two weeks ago. The silverific one that I still love, my love isn’t so fickle that it fades in just two weeks.
It’s just too small, especially when we build the new dining table (this one or maybe this one). Plus the giant painting that I did for the dining room is wider than the sideboard. I’ll be doing a post on it soon but here’s an awful picture from my phone:
See how the canvas is wider than the sideboard? That can’t happen. It drives me crazy. The new sideboard will stretch out on either side and will make me happy. And, as my husband says, that’s really what life is all about. We will be putting the sideboard either downstairs in what I call the media room and my husband calls his “man cave”, or in the guest room under the yarn art I did a few weeks ago (more on the yarn art to come!)
I also bought a side table. I guess that part isn’t quite out of my system yet.