There once was a hutch that had been lovingly handcrafted by my father and handed down to Ryan and I to house our television.
This hutch holds a special place in my heart, because my Papa Bear made it. (Although my painting of it nearly did the aforementioned father in. “For goodness sakes, this piece is made out of nice OAK.”)
But since we have a built-in unit in our new house, the hutch had to find a new place to live in our new crib. I decided it would be perfect in the extra bedroom.
Ryan wasn’t so sure it would fit up the stairs. But, I would hear nothing of it.
So, the process of moving this large and very heavy piece of furniture into the second level of our new home began.
(And, as you can see, I did not paint the top. That wouldn’t have been a very efficient use of my time. I was too busy adding thought bubbles to photos to entertain myself.)
And that is how the hutch found a new home.
And it lived happily ever after… in our lovely new guest bedroom.
(And as an aside, Ryan said that we would be selling the hutch with the house. Yeah, right.)