Ledges are my friends.
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Ledges, I like ledges.
Don't worry, you don't need to talk me down off of one. Well, not yet anyway...but that's for another post. You see, I have been living in the land of sweet marital felicity. I mean, my husband never, ever, never, never, never complains about my housekeeping (or lack there of). Until one day, when he stepped into our bedroom to find a host of treasures newly placed. Oh, I try my best to keep a tidy house, I do. But with recent procurements of certain items that are old in nature, well, er, finding creative space management has been a wee bit challenging.
I am also learning that antique sales are fickle in nature. Depending on which way the home and fashion magazine winds blow. One day tools are a hit on ebay, then on another? Not so much.
So to the ledge they must go. Not permanent mind you, let's just say they're in transition.
It helps that I have a weird affinity for old west, rusty metal, and worn wood. And that sweet WWI army case above!! I just could not abandon it to my garage now could I? Dear me, I am becoming one of "them"...a dealer who collects...somebody stop me!!!
At least it goes with my aptly termed "cowboy country" decor (a friend's observation) already. Now how did that happen? So coincidental...moving along now...(as I whistle nervously)...
On to the bottles. Dozens of old bottles that patiently wait for placement at my antique booth. What to do? What to do? Why another ledge of course (hat tip: IKEA catalog!!)!!
Only this time its the bathroom.
Dearest, sweet ledge. How do I (and my husband) love thee? Let me count the ways!
Ledges, I like ledges. Don't worry, you don't need to talk me down off of one. Well, not yet anyway...but that's for another post. You see, I have been living in the land of sweet marital felicity. I mean, my husband never, ever, never, never, never complains about my housekeeping (or lack there of). Until one day, when he stepped into our bedroom to find a host of treasures newly placed. Oh, I try my best to keep a tidy house, I do. But with recent procurements of certain items that are old in nature, well, er, finding creative space management has been a wee bit challenging.
I am also learning that antique sales are fickle in nature. Depending on which way the home and fashion magazine winds blow. One day tools are a hit on ebay, then on another? Not so much.
So to the ledge they must go. Not permanent mind you, let's just say they're in transition. It helps that I have a weird affinity for old west, rusty metal, and worn wood. And that sweet WWI army case above!! I just could not abandon it to my garage now could I? Dear me, I am becoming one of "them"...a dealer who collects...somebody stop me!!!
At least it goes with my aptly termed "cowboy country" decor (a friend's observation) already. Now how did that happen? So coincidental...moving along now...(as I whistle nervously)... 
On to the bottles. Dozens of old bottles that patiently wait for placement at my antique booth. What to do? What to do? Why another ledge of course (hat tip: IKEA catalog!!)!!
Only this time its the bathroom.
Dearest, sweet ledge. How do I (and my husband) love thee? Let me count the ways!
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