Old Table

I love to use old things for new purposes.

Last week I moved an old table in from my 

porch to give me some extra countertop space

to bake and frost some cupcakes.

I was getting ready to shove it back onto the

porch when I realized how much Tate uses

it when he's "helping" me in the kitchen.

Whipping up scrambled eggs for lunch.

I found a sturdy little stool in an antique store

that is perfect for my kitchen.  I was excited to

bring it home and move the little chair that we

had been using for a stool down to our stair

landing.  It had a friend waiting for it and they

were going to look so cute sitting on either 

side of an antique mirror that I bought years 

ago when we lived down by Tulsa.

I'm thinking about painting and adding 

some decorative paper to the top,

but I kind of like the old roosters.

There's just one little problem.

Tate REFUSES to stand on it.

To quote him:

"I don't like it."

"I'm not going to stand on it."

"I'm NEVER going to get used to it!"

All righty then!

The chair it is.

For now.