THE STORY OF THE ORANGE TABLE

 I was out and about with some friends last week (first week of school celebration) and we wondered into my favorite local consignment shop, Legacies, in Hyde Park. 

The best part about Legacies is this:

All proceeds from Legacies benefit the The Cancer Support Community, 

a non-profit organization dedicated to providing free emotional support, 

education and hope for people with cancer and their loved ones.

Way in the back, practically hiding, was this fabulous orange console.  

Its legs were a little squatty and the paint was chipped in a few places.

Not perfect, not a problem.  That's the way I like it.

My sweet friend helped me haul it up front, where I paid a whopping $25 for it and into my car it went.

I really had no idea where I was going to put it, but it wasn't exactly light.  

 OnceI got it into the mudroom, I decided to take a little break. 

I sat it down and thought, hey, maybe I should keep it right here.

And that's the story of how the orange table came to live in the mudroom.

I love how it brightens up the mudroom and it's such a great spot to drop things as I come in the door. 

It also makes a great spot to corral Willie's things. 

The squatty legs actually work in my favor here. The table fits perfectly underneath the window.

I never did show you this old metal army crate that I picked up at a junk store for $5 a while back.

My son stores his football gear in here during football season. 

A friend of mine stopped by and asked why the table was not centered under the window.

I did eventually move it down to the left some, but just didn't have it in me to retake the pictures. 

She was right, it looks better centered. You'll have to trust me on that one.

Here' a view of the new console from the kitchen. 

The perfect pop of color!

I love how most of the furniture in my home comes with its own story.

Have any furniture stories to share?