I hate this armoire. Always have. It's too large to go up the stairs and I've never found a suitable place for it downstairs. It's our Art Cabinet, as we presume to call it, and it multiplies art supplies. I cleaned it out with plans to sell it or donate it or hire someone to bust it up for kindling. Now that it's empty, I feel a little more affection for it. It's now filled with possibilities. I'm not sure if I can let it go. As much as it rubs me the wrong way, it hasn't done anything wrong and I might miss it when it's gone. (I feel several potential country songs bubbling up here.) It's also the only piece of furniture large enough to contain that giant ass can of Playdoh.
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THAT is a giant ass can of playdoh!!!!
That giant can of ass play, d'oh!
(Sorry, I just can't take me anywhere.)
Good for you for cleaning out all that stuff! I might have just moved. Carpe the possibilities!
Not Chanel looks fabulous.
Get rid of that thing. It has bad jujubes from whence it came.
You said you never liked it. Donate it and send it on to another life. Find something more your style to be the keeper of the giant ass can of playdoh.
I've had Tom Robinson in my head ever since you posted this: "Miss Not Stacy asked me to bust up that chiffarobe for her...I felt right sorry for her."
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