When Kriste and I were out shopping a few weeks ago, she pointed out this amazing dry sink, buried under at least two other pieces of furniture. “That’s basically my dream sink for a room I don’t have.” “Well, let’s turn over that tag and see what we’re dealing with.” The price was surprisingly low.  I later learned, after I asked to buy it and it was un-buried, that the bottom needs to be rebuilt.  It’s sketchy to say the least.  It did have furniture stacked on top of it, so it was clearly otherwise structurally sound and it’s a easy fix, so I bought it despite the imperfections. We still need to fix the bottom, but we got it cleaned up and it’s looking good. The cool thing about this piece is that it can be used as a dry sink or it can be plumbed by connecting a

I have long been in love with Mora clocks.  The curvy shapes, muted colors…I just love them and I hope to one day be able to splurge on a real antique Mora clock.  (I even named a color in my milk paint line Mora, in honor of the clocks.) Until I can have an antique one, this is a pretty sweet substitute… It’s a reproduction Mora clock that is my designer pick for Antique Farm House. I’m pretty picky about reproductions and I was honestly a little nervous about this until I pulled it out of the box.  It has a beautiful, distressed finish with “chippy” paint, crazing and a pretty patina. While the body is textured, the face is a flat image with the appearance of texture and age. It is an operating clock once two AA batteries are inserted. The glass where the pendulum would be is actually a

Oh, I loved all of your comments on yesterday’s post.  I found myself smiling as I was reading the stories about treasured items with dings and dents.  I had planned on writing a lot more about how it applies to the way we view ourselves and aging and all sorts of things, but it felt right to leave the post where it was.  And we were all on the same page.  It was a pretty sweet thing. Anyway, I was planning on taking pictures of the dresser I painted for my mom’s room last week, but the roads in her community weren’t plowed yesterday, so I couldn’t get there to take pictures.  That will have to wait for another post… I scrolled through my pictures to see what I could write about and, as I was scrolling, I kept stopping and opening pictures of cupboards.  There are certain pieces of