Even before we moved to this house, right after I first saw it, I had this idea for a coffee… thing.
You see, the kitchen in this house is tiny and cramped. The emphasis is on the cramped. It might actually not be that tiny, but I cook a lot, and I’m used to a massive kitchen.
We knew we wouldn’t be able to eat in there. That’s fine. It has a dining room. And then I thought “I can get more room on the counters, if I move the coffee making/breakfast bar to the dining room.
As the idea evolved it threatened to become a coffee shrine. I was going to get coffee sacks and put them on the counter part, and then epoxy them on. And on the back part, I was going to put a series of repurposed drawers, now with coffee advertisements on the back.
And we’re at a time of a year where epoxying in the workshop is asking for trouble. And I don’t have the time to paint the adverts on the back of the drawers. Also the used drawers I could find looked…. a little funny. No matter what I did to them.
And see, I plan to feed the cats underneath the breakfast station (One way or another it’s been like that for all our houses, and the current bosses resent not having their breakfast stuff near mine, so they can harass me for food before I eat.)
Yesterday the restaurant we went to for anniversary dinner was right next to Hobby Lobby (A massive hobby lobby) and I asked husband to let me go in for twenty minutes.
I wandered the isles not sure what I was looking for but sure I’d know it if I saw it.
The mini crates were 70% off. And there were reproduction old-fashioned (and old looking) wallpaper books) and….
So, today at 10 am I was going to assemble the coffee thing, then write.
Well, as it happened, I was going to assemble the bottom of the coffee thing.
But I didn’t stop.
Husband came in as I was (of course, look, I’m not stupid. Or at least not completely stupid) attaching it to the wall and said “What the heck?”
I explained. At which point he laughed and started singing Bob the Builder.
…. At first in my head I saw Sponge Bob Squarepants. And I thought he was telling me I was high.
Well, I’m not, but a writer in the grip of an inspiration is always a little peculiar. Even when the inspiration is for a coffee… thing. And my coffee thing is ALSO a little peculiar. So, I could understand if he thought so.
Anyway, here is a picture. NO JUDGING!