Totally clueless as to what it was, I toted it up to the counter and bought it, as any curious and emotionally driven antique shopper would have done. It was made out of beautiful old wood and have sweet painted smudges, there was no way i wouldn't find a purpose for it (trying to justify....) I got the big bundle home and turns out it's an antique easel, I'm no painter but was excited none the less. It was a challenge to assemble, no instructions, no screws, nothing to go off of.
A few hours later and after a two trips the the hardware store, i did it! It's sturdy and wonderful, what a happy surprise. Now I have to find a spot for it, but i love how it adds a bit of summer time to my bedroom. The painting is of my family's summer house, Elmwood, and my aunt painted it. It's very dear to me and I am so thrilled to have found a big, statementy way to display it.
While I still had my power drill handy I also tackled the project of making my kitchen more user friendly. I finally installed hooks to hang my cast iron cookware, before they were stored up on the high shelf which made retrieval a dangerous proposition. A brilliant friend gave me the idea to put plants on my highest shelf, so it would look more like a greenhouse as they trailed down. What a genius.
This morning I put some little hooks on the underside of this shelf, too. I needed more space to organize all of my kitchen stuff, it's been monopolizing my very limited counterspace since i moved in last year.
Three cheers for getting things done.