This Christmas FringeMan labored in love to give me the sweetest, most fabulous gift possible. About two weeks ago, he made the mistake of asking me what I wanted for Christmas. Some say ignorance is bliss. Unfortunately for FringeMan, he could no longer claim ignorance.
In a pre-Christmas post, I posed the question, “Why ask for a new toothbrush when you can just ask for new teeth?”
In keeping with that mantra, I asked for a whopping big country type of “hutch”. I don’t know if hutch is the appropriate word, but I wanted a cabinet without doors and a wooden slat back that could house my milk glass collection.
Because I’m a hands on sorta gal and much to FringeMan’s chagrin, I like to be involved in the actually assembly of such a piece. My husband developed a twitch in his right eye and I actually think one of his brows turned white with fright when I asked him how big he was planning on making this hutch. The finished product is double the size of his original estimation and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!
Since my words cannot do this hutch justice, see for yourself.
All my milk glass is tucked neatly inside. I even have room for my crate on the bottom shelf.
I do believe this fine piece could be featured in Country Living Magazine. FringeMan has many talents. I love everything about this gift, but I mostly love all the time and effort that went into pleasing me. FringeMan outdid himself!
What would you call this piece?
Thank you FringeMan!