The dresser that wanted to live.

I (and by I, I mean my teenage son) pulled this pile o' trash out of my garage a couple of days ago. He has no faith in my vision. So he complained a lot.

Perhaps a small murder occurred in the drawer?
I have a lot of stuff that needs to be contained, and an elevation issue with my TV. So I figured I could use this homeless piece of oak and some odds and ends of stuff that was probably going to end up at the dump to contain my mess. Plus, I'd get the pleasure of making a really big mess in the process. That's always fun.

Ah, better. Yet still mildly disturbing somehow. Like it was kind of on purpose, but really doesn't go together. I love it this week. Maybe next week I'll send it to the dump. We'll see.

Highlander said he likes it. But I remember how much of a Virgo he is. He likes things organized. I think mostly, he likes that my crap-pola is contained and our floor is clean and wide open. That's OK. It's all good. I like that it's messed up on purpose.

As usual, I really love that it isn't from Furniture Row.