In all fairness, Roger's exact words were, "It's fine. I like it. We can put stuff in it."
That is a just a glimpse into the deep, complex man that stole my heart.
And if you think I'm going to go against my husbands wishes, it's like you don't know me at all. That and I realized that the previous owners, who were here for 20 years, carpeted AROUND it.
So here it has stayed.
The upside is that it got rid of some more of my black paint supply, and gave me a chance do a lampshade/hotglue-a-thon/personality lift/improvement thingy using a fabric scrap that was just the right size. As long as you don't turn it around, look at it from the top. Oh, or from below either.Changed out the hardware with some old pulls that I couldn't put back on our dresser since half of them were missing from my boys using them as hockey pucks, and, of course, a clock. That'll do, pig. That'll do.