But I had an itch and I decided to try something out.
We have a very tight nook in our dining room that we have been hunting for a hutch for. It's only 50 inches long and 16 inches deep, leaving us very few options that fit the style we want (we might end up building something) so after glaring at it for the past seven months it finally hit me like a ton of bricks.
We had a little trash can holder tucked in the corner (though what good is that in a dining room?) which only ended up being a collection area for crap. At the end of every week I'd have to go through everything that landed on top of it without getting the perk of being able to store anything useful in it.
So there I was, walking around with my tape measure wrapped around my neck (what, anyone that sews does that...) and I walked into our new beautiful hallway to grab some of my fabric from my storage boxes. (I sew at the dining table so I can watch movies- we only have the one TV in the house) And I stopped dead in my tracks at the doorway.
Why am I walking into the hallway to grab this stuff all the time when it might just fit in the dining room?
I ripped that tape measure off myself and son of a gun, the damn thing fit perfectly into that stupid little nook.
Of course at this time, Nate wasn't home, so I drug the furniture all over the place to see how I liked it. It fit perfectly. It matched the style. It looked like a piece of dining room furniture.
So, it had to stay there!
Of course, this means that now my hallway looks ridiculous again because there's nothing in there and pictures up on the wall obviously formed around the table.
I think this is a temporary switch, because as soon as we can find a hutch that we really like the piece will end up back in the hallway, but for now it works and looks so much better than the trash holder.
I don't know why this never occurred to me before, but I'm pretty sure this is a case of "that's where it landed when we moved." You know? When you move in and things get plopped it gradually switches from "that looks great there!" to "why is that there again?"
Here is how it looks in the dining room:
And then, while I was taking all these pictures, this happened.
They just really, really like having their pictures taken...
Anyway, I think the moral of today's story is;