It started out as a night like any other night. Out with some friends, playing games, doing Irish Jigs, ya know, just having a ball… and it was time to come home. We pulled into the driveway only to find a mysterious object obstructing the parking spot.
This piece of furniture was 100% authentically unexpected. I had no idea what it was, or where it came from, or who brought it here. My first though was, “My house has become a furniture
dumping ground magnet.” My second thought was “It must have walked here.” (There was no other way.) Furniture finds its way to my house where it can get new life. We carried it in, to figure out what it could possibly be.
Any guesses? I bet you have no idea at all. Nothing could have prepared me for what was behind those doors.
As it turns out, this little beauty came from Aaron’s grandparents’ home. It belonged to his great-grandpa. He watched the moon landing on this tv. Nuts, huh? It’s like a window to history. It’s stunningly vintage-retro-cool-fun-antique but also big and bulky. I have no idea what to do with it. But I want to think of something. I think it would be cool to gut the insides, cut half of the back off (so it doesn’t stick out so far from the wall) and use it as a entry table/sofa table. It’s tall enough. Is that a dumb idea?
How do you see this happening? What would you do if you inherited something as unique as this?