So, this is a commode (or sometimes referred to as a "convenience" cabinet) .
Here's a bit of history for you; It served as a washstand for a washbasin. The enclosed area below was for a chamberpot (or "potty").
(I also found out, in my bit of research...a "commode" was a term used a few hundred years ago for loose women who were "agreeable" and / or "convenient," if you know what I mean. So naughty!)
Anyway, back to my point, my Mom got it years ago from my Grandfather and is about a hundred years old (+/-). Thankfully, this precious set of drawers found its way to me, proudly planted in my "living room."
The handle's one of my favorite parts. So primitive, so delicious.
Inside, it smells of wood and the candles my mom used to store there.
Lassie playing cards found in drawer.
This beauty now sits on top. It once belonged to my great grandmother, Margaret Wescott.
I spent an afternoon letting the "creative juices" flow, as they say, which I haven't done in quiet awhile. Anyway, it was fun...I painted, I sketched...
I even made a new friend and plan to name her Sue. (She's a "soon-to-be" elephant, by the way.)
Well, Ma and Pa Kettle (and Bear) are soon to be "on the road again." Leaving Palermo anytime now, hauling above pictured rig, en route to warmer weather (not to mention, cheap "pink drinks", all-you-can-eat oysters and bikini clad spring breakers!) Of course, I'm just being a big baby and will miss them madly. May the road rise to meet you...I'll see ya soon. oxoxox
On Sunday, I threw another Stonewall pot luck. This time, the roomies were there too. I made super mushy shephard's pie, over roasted carrots and blackened corn muffins. While Sarah and Dudley Irwin, got together and serenaded us with a tune or two.
Even Sammy got into it this time. Wild kitty.
My dear friend Meg made a stopover this weekend, all the way from BI. She caught me up on all the happenings on "the rock." The stories of lore she told, as we used to say when I lived there, "you can't make this s**t up!" Quite a place.
The handle's one of my favorite parts. So primitive, so delicious.
Lassie playing cards found in drawer.
This beauty now sits on top. It once belonged to my great grandmother, Margaret Wescott.
