I can’t find any mention of this cute piece of furniture in posts where it belongs. Arlene found it for sale on Craig’s List and was immediately enthusiastic about it. I somehow imagined it as being much bigger and clunkier than it turned out, and slightly grudgingly agreed to go look at it. A young woman living in one of the apartment houses on Comm Ave that backs up to the street along the Chestnut Hill Reservoir was selling it. She had had it for years, from back when she lived in Iowa, I think it was. It turned out to be small enough to fit in the Forester without any trouble. One of the doors was broken when we got it, but all it took was a little Franklin Tightbond glue and a big pipe clamp (which, granted, isn’t something everyone has) and it looked good as new, or at least good as the other door with its cracked panel. The difference in color between the doors and the rest of the piece makes us think they’re not original, or at least that they’ve been refinished separately from the rest of the thing. Here it is right at home the kitchen in Casco.
