Knees up? And I'm not Mother Brown.....

 Well, folks, I hope this is the final chapter in the ongoing saga of whatever-it-is-that's-happening-here at Chez Magpie.  (and here you thought I was done....).  The removal of small table from the living room to take up residence beneath the small fridge in the storage room left a gaping hole and 'stuff' that didn't have a home.  Hmmmm.   Whilst out and about Friday morning Resident Chef made the clever suggestion that maybe we could just have a wee peek at the thrift store to see if there might be a nice 'little' table (please do note....the usage of the word 'little').  

Alas no tables but (and here's where the NEXT debacle began) there just so happened to be a really pretty bakers rack.  Hmmm....said I.  And Hmmmmm. said he.  Out came the measuring tape and yes it would fit.  Okay - done.

But...ummmmm - how to shoehorn it into the back of our Rav4.  3 men working their so-called magic after much pondering and test fitting....all the while refusing to listen to the one lonely woman who just 'happened' to have an idea.  Funny thing....they finally resorted (under much male testosterone duress, I might add) to using my idea.  Unfortunately said idea, altho' good in theory, ended up with the passenger seat pushed as far forward as it would go.  Have I mentioned that I have a 36" inseam?  And that the passenger seat is where I sit?? Now you know why you have an ear worm stuck in your brain...."Knees Up, Mother Brown" or maybe a mental picture of a can of sardines.

And then.....then.....came the question of how to haul it up to the apartment.  Yet more raised eyebrows in  the building lobby as we trundled through with said baker's rack on our trusty little cart.  Sometimes I think we live here just for the amusement of the masses.

Oh, and did I mention that Resident Chef then decided that he could take said rack apart so that I (note.....the use of the word 'I' as opposed to 'HE') could paint the wooden shelf part?  That, of course, meant crawling about on the floor and the inevitable beached whale syndrome when trying to get up again.  He also decided he would remove the wine rack part because we very rarely drink wine.  Altho - I might JUST consider taking it up if all this upheaval continues.  

Not a great picture, but here it is in situ....

To the left of the photo you can just see the corner of the cabinet that houses our tv.  Sorry about the mess below the new rack - I bought some artificial grapes and washed them and they're still dripping so there's a towel on the floor to absorb the drips.  Just in the very front (on the floor) you can see my silverware chest that once belonged to my grandmother.  I took a course in furniture refinishing many years ago JUST so I could learn to refinish that chest.  It will, once the grapes stop their drip, sit beneath the grape bowl on the bottom shelf.  To the right is our couch and just above you can catch a wee glimpse of a beautiful poppy picture that we bought for one of our 'special' anniversaries (25 years, maybe??). 

Today's quote..."Life doesn't allow for us to go back and fix what we have done wrong in the past, but it does allow for us to live each day better than our last"