Well I'll be darned.

Nearly (8 years?) ago, I bought this antique armoire thingy at a garage sale for $25.

That was pretty steep for me. I'm damn cheap. But, since I had been on my way to the lake, saw the garage sale sign and pulled an immediate U and there it was, I thought it was kind of kismet-we were meant to be together. I called my Dad and had him come meet me with his truck and he stored it for the next two years until I could work on it and knew where to put it.

It was missing the top and instead there was just a square, gaping hole. I always wondered what had originally been there. It was dark green with these lovely floral decals on the door fronts. Somewhere I have photos of it before I painted it black, if I find it, I will post an update. Sadly, I couldn't see how to save them and not paint it. It was in bad shape and rather wobbly. My first attempt at painting was a giant bucket of fail. I was attempting to match all of my bed room furniture pieces by spray painting them all black. Ew.

As soon as I moved into my now-home I took the time to reinforce it, sand it down, and carefully hand paint it a lovely shade of aqua. I also made a make-shift top out of foam core lined with my favorite fabric (no judging!) and I swapped out the original hardware in favor of glass knobs.
I know, how shocking. 

I've always wondered about the person who originally made it. I assumed it was a one-of-a-kind piece. I wondered what the top looked like, if there were others in a series, exactly how old it was, etc. Now, I might never know the answer to all of those questions, but I do know that it is not the only one. 

Imagine my surprise when I saw the exact same piece on Real Simple today. Not that it was as shocking as me learning that poor Pluto is no longer a planet, but it was pretty up there.

And there it is. If you look closely, you can see the same square hole, but even with the white blending in, I can just barely make out what the top looks like. The thing I love about furniture and houses the very most, is the story they tell. It fascinates me and makes me feel connected to other people and their lives. I'm not exactly sure why, but it moves me. What I think is funny, I nearly painted it white instead. But, a girl can only have so much painted white furniture.
Or can she...