Sure it used to be a baby changing table, but I could not help but admire the rich mahogany and smooth casters that someone had all but abandoned on Capitol Hill at the corner of E John and Broadway. Tighten up some screws, remove a rail and a cushion, add some glassware, tools and bottles, and what once represented many sleepless nights and cleanup, well… I guess it pretty much represents the same thing, doesn’t it?
Now taking bets on how long Kate will let me keep it in our small apartment.
