I have a bad habit of occasionally breaking into conversation with a random thought, forgetting to give any kind of context as to what my mind is spinning about at that moment. Poor Dan is usually the recipient of these proclamations. The other day it was about furniture on wheels, preferably little vintage wheels. I decided that all our furniture, going forward, should be on wheels. Or at least I will be daydreaming about vintage furniture on wheels for a while. When you live in a small square footage space, it makes it so much easier to double-duty your furniture — like turn your kitchen bench into your living room ottoman for TV snacks (yes, please) — if you can roll it. And cleaning is so much easier — the dust bunnies cannot hide under rolling objects. So far, we have one vintage dresser and a shoe trolley (and the garment rack in our closet.) If we had space, I'd really love to adopt one of these treasures from Knack. Isn't the armoire fantastic? Love those mirror doors.
And today I woke up with this peaceful sense of quiet. I hope it's the quiet before the start of a good day.
{photographs via knack, and check out the studio's blog, which I follow.}
