Tryin' to make it go to rehab...

I found this little shelf at the thrift store. It looks like it received a lot of love. I imagine it was in a nursery and filled with tiny books and silver rattles. Time to grow up, shelf.

I really want a little coffee station in the kitchen. Something to house the grinder, press pot, and beans. And I thought this was perfect. And then I can hang some mugs from the knobs. Or maybe I'll discover another use for it later. I always need a shelf.

I'll probably paint it white and replace the knobs.

I saw some today at anthropologie that I liked.

Nap Shelf

Sunday afternoon Hartwell and I fell asleep on my bed. He has a tiny cold so I didn't mind him snuggling up to me and napping. When I woke up, John had installed and set dressed this shelf!

We really needed something to hold the salt and pepper and miscellaneous spices. Now I need to figure out what to put in them. Herbes de provence goes in one, John wants one for cayenne pepper and I don't know's on third.

Any ideas?

As usual or for the first time.

I don't know why I didn't change it before. But my first twitter name from a long time ago was duderanch. It worked because I am totally surrounded by dudes. And John and I went through a phase where we wanted to name our house. Like in soap operas. Whistling Pines or Hillside Manor. But less "rich" sounding. John started calling it "The Duderanch" and when I picked my twitter name, I just picked that. A few years later I came up with the musebootsi blog. And then it's a little harder to change.

Anycrap, I am now @musebootsi. Finally. I now need to get some followers. And unless I'm looking for hot guys in your area, it's gonna take some time.