(I take a break from the master bath mess today to show you something that is less messy. Or at least the mess is happening off site...)
I mentioned waaay back here that I needed to purchase something for storage in the dining room. Before moving in, we assumed we'd put this storage on the back wall. There is plenty of room there, and an outlet for a lamp. All good.
And then we moved in and hung the bear. On that back wall.
We also centered the table on the bear/the wall wash recessed lights and the window, and moved the ceiling fixture - which seems to have moved more than any light box really ever should (the big patch is mine, the others are wherer I noticed the other patches could use some smoothing):
And then, well, we realized the back wall was not going to work for a buffet. It was full up. Well, not really full, but a sturdy piece of furniture would not comfortably (physically or visually) fit there. So..redirection! I started looking for something long and narrow to go along the other wall, the one that backs up to the kitchen. The piece had to be narrow because that is the walkway from living room to kitchen and the internets tell me you need 36" between your table and any furniture. That meant I had about 11-ish inches for a buffet.
Let me stop you right now and formally announce that there are no 11" deep buffets out there. None.
Ugh. It would have to be custom. Whatever. I was over it. I was tired of looking at furniture and I wanted a nice piece for this room. It's a main room on the main floor and I never really got over having a crappy particle-board assembled-it-myself buffet in HH1. I was upgrading, people, come hell or high water.
Hell. The answer is hell.
No, not really. But it was what JWH would call "a chafe." I met with a local furniture designer (the same who built the dining room table for us in 2002) and told her what I wanted. The price came back at $7200 and I spit out my lemonade. Ugh. My budget was half that. So we dickered and dithered and I, personally, procrastinated.
And then I realized that I was going to have to cut back on my ambitions of a long, fancy buffet and get something smaller. Something in my budget. And I also realized that I had a piece of furniture that was approximately the same size as the nice furniture lady was telling me I could afford. A bookcase - a wonder of heirloom quality - built by JWH and my dad to mimic a West Elm style of years past. (Yes, I just used "heirloom" and "West Elm" in the same sentence. Tongue in cheek, folks, the tongue is in the cheek.)
Anyway, you know what? It looked good. So good that I was like, "umm, why am I shelling out to build just another version of this???"
Yeah. I'm dumb.
So, redirection #2. Now I needed something to fill the hole where the bookcase had been - in the other corner of the dining room, rotated on it's side with the casters removed... I had felt like the room needed something with height to balance out the bear....Aha! Now I needed something with height, to balance out the bear.
You see why I call myself dumb.
To make an already too long story slightly shorter, I called the furniture lady and we landed on this:
It's in production. I can't wait to have a ritualistic burning of the particleboard buffet.
Ok, so I will probably move it to the basement and store shit in it. Fine. You got me.