I'm contemplating my dilemma through my window this morning.
On a very brief stop at an antique store on Sunday, I found what I thought was THE perfect storage for my scraps of vintage fabric. (Picture it standing upright)
Cubby hole storage in a perfectly rough and chippy piece.
Bins of vintage blue, red, yellow, white,.....fabric for me to rifle through when I need a piece. You can see it, right?
I stuck my head in it three times. All the way in the cubby holes. Nope, didn't smell bad. Just kind of old but not bad. It would smell better with a spray coat of finish and baking soda.
The price was good. I was excited. My son helped me carry it downstairs. (My husband's foot is still out of whack, surgery imminent)
My son helped me carry it back upstairs yesterday.
I hadn't stuck my head in the bottom cubby holes. The bottom board and backing at the bottom were bad. Smelly, almost oily, moldy. How did I miss this?!?! (Perhaps the ER visit with my husbands foot until 2 am on Sat. and lack of sleep when I stopped at the antique store on Sunday)
I pulled off the bottom board and knocked off the backing. Now what? The center boards need to come out at the bottom too. My husband is bringing me a saws-all to cut it down.
It's fate is in the air. I want to make it work as I envisioned, but sometimes you need to know when to cut your losses and walk away.
Many people in the blog world choose a word for the year to guide and inspire them.
My word for today is:
Reconsider.
Any thoughts you have would be appreciated. :)















