The Washstand

 Remember when I told you about my little washstand that my mama gave me?  I had mentioned that I was going to have my hubby work on her a bit since she was rather "sick."  As you can see from her before picture.  She was not very pretty.  Well.....it was a little more than he felt he could do to make her sturdy.  So, I called my friendly fantastic ever-so-talented carpenter fellow and he came over and took her back to his workshop and repaired her for me.  She is solid as can be now! 

 Here she is all painted and prettied up.  I used the original hardware that was on her.  Don't you just love that little beadboard door? 

And here she is with the mirror that went with her in my mothers childhood home.  My mother and I have been talking about this little stand since I have been working on her.  She told me it used to be in her mothers kitchen when she was a child.  They did not have indoor plumbing so the wash basin sat on the top of this in the kitchen by the back door.  My mother would wash her little hands standing at this.  The hooks on the mirror held their towels.  She even remembers getting her mouth washed out with soap at this little washstand for being sassy!  I can not begin to put a price on this little piece of furniture.  It means so much to me!