Sunday night was garbage night, and about half a block up the alley I spotted this vintage sideboard:
It's an old piece by John M. Smyth, a Chicago-based furniture company that only recently closed after 140 years of operation. (Those who grew up around here no doubt remember their warbling theme song "John M. Smyth Ho-o-ome-makers!")
The veneer is chipped in a few places, which is why it was no doubt painted this stunning blue, although you can't see the chips unless you inspect it closely. I'll call it shabby chic.
Ted calls it crap.
Although he very kindly helped me haul it down the alley to the garage, I think he's starting to lose patience with my junk-collecting habit. Especially since I haven't had time to either rehome, resell, or refinish the pieces that are stacking up. We are finally ridding ourselves of the last few pieces of junk left behind by the previous owners, which means that maybe, just maybe, we can think about fitting a car in here.
But not if I keep bringing home stray pieces of furniture. But I just can't stand seeing perfectly usable, vintage pieces sitting in wait for the trashman. Soon, I'll be able to run a bungalow restoration and furniture store out of our garage!
So. Um. Does anyone need a vintage Standard bathroom sink?