Now that I'm an old, married woman, there's really only 3 things that I can openly check out: Food (#cantstopwontstop), dogs (Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him. He's the cutest doggy in here... and he's comin' this way! Oooooh!) and ... credenzas. That may seem a bit out of left field but let me tell you, I've wanted lotsa things in my life but a credenza has been at the top of my list for many moons now. They discreetly store so many items, they are always an aesthetically marvelous masterpiece and they have such a delightful little frame. I research them all of the time. All.of.the.time. But I haven't pulled the trigger yet. We suspected we would own one when we were house hunting last time but as we ended up with a day and a half to find a place to live AND we owned a dog (that may mean nothing to people but in San Francisco's infamous housing market, that is a huge hurdle), we didn't land in a place we're obsessed with. I mean, it's fine. It's big enough for a one-bedroom and is in a great location and the inside is nice enough. But the place has no unique touches or embellished features so we plan to move again when our lease is up. And that next unseen place is where, I think, my credenza dreams will finally come to fruition as that will be a place we call home for a couple years so we're willing to throw some money at making it look the part.
^Our current living room in despy need of a credenza. The bike stored inside is also a nice little downtown staple.
As an aside, if anyone ever stays in the The LA Hotel Downtown: They have the most salivating credenzas EVERYWHERE. I wanted to take one back with me on the plane so badly. I did not for two reasons: 1) I couldn't lift one. 2) It's morally wrong. In that order.
Somehow it's Thursday which is kinda stressful because I have a lot of work to do. But apparently, the end is officially near and to that, I applaud.