Kitchen Hutch

I have walked past my brother's old desk in pieces in my parents' garage about a gazillion times. But tonight, I stopped, looked at it, and asked my dad if we could have it. "Sure," he said.

So we threw it in the back of the truck, set it up in the kitchen, I painted a green border around the bottom surface, put out some of my Lenox Opal Innocence tea cups and saucers, an Arthur Court piece, and some other odds and ends, and voila!