My mom has started to think about downsizing and has been letting go of some of her favorite pieces of furniture. When she asked if I wanted her antique oak knockdown wardrobe, I said let me make room.
I was excited, I have loved this wardrobe since we brought it home in pieces when I was ten. It went to live in our garage for many years to be a home for motorcycle helmets and several generation of spiders. In the late eighties my mom evicted the spiders and had it refinished (I know that ruins the value, but it looks so much better and it got to move into the house).
A few weeks ago all twenty-seven pieces came to live with me. Of course it came knocked down in all of its separate pieces. My wife, bless her occasionally cranky heart, with some effort put all the pieces together into one whole wardrobe. I am fascinated how all the pieces slide together and like magic make an impressive piece of furniture.
I have all this potential storage space. I imagine putting all my yarn in it, books, quilts, or even, heaven forbid, clothes. I am giddy with all the things I just might store in the wardrobe. My cat, Seven, has ideas of his own. He thinks with a few rugs, he just might get his own room. I think he is wrong.