I am in love.
Not with a boy.
But with a kitchen cabinet.
This kitchen cabinet:
I spied it at an antique mall and it was love at first sight.
Mostly because of this:
(The decorations on the front of the cabinet,
not the cat on the top of it.)
And then I saw the price tag.
It's such an incredible bargain that I must whisper it:
two hundred dollars.
I know, right?!
So I called White Trash Bob and said breathlessly,
"IfoundareallycoolHoosier-typecabinetfortwohundredbucks
andifIbuyitwillyouhelpmegetithome?"
And he said, "A really cool Hoosier? For two hundred bucks? I don't know about that."
Clearly, the man was skeptical.
But then he saw it.
And then he said, "Holy crap!"
And, "Let's get this thing home before somebody realizes they priced it way too low!"
So we brought it home.
I'm putting stuff in it and trying to decide
what I should put where.
Louis thinks I should leave the top shelf for him.
Here he demonstrates how neatly he fits on the top shelf.
I remain unconvinced.
But I let Louis stay there while
I pulled the countertop out all the way,
cut up five pounds of peaches,
stirred up some batter,
folded in some blueberries,
and made a peach-blueberry cobbler.
I love peaches,
and blueberries
nearly everything about summer,
and this cabinet.