Many, many moons ago, my husband brought home a green, plywood box on legs. It had been in either the electrical shop or the machine shop where he worked. Apparently, the guys got something better and were throwing this box out. I think Ricky brought it home for himself for a tool box, but we needed a coffee table and I quickly claimed it. This was way back in the day, I tell ya. Wayyyy back. I’m sure there are plenty of pictures with that green box in them, but I haven’t cleaned out closets yet and it would take me an hour to find one buried in the picture box which is buried in the bottom of a closet. Let’s just use our imagination, shall we?
Years later it was replaced and was relegated to the back porch where weather got to a couple of sides.
Now, you know I’m working on my new craft room, ahem, studio, and love the look of the stacked suitcases. (Actually I love the idea of each suitcase having it’s own shelf, but that’s for later.) I had some cool suitcases, but they needed something to sit on rather than being on the floor. I looked out the window and saw the box, so sad and abandoned. So I started scraping.
Not a bad look! At least I like it. Some of you will, some won’t. (The color is off in the pictures.)
The suitcases I have were stacked waiting to be filled.
