The last few years found me searching for the perfect trunk. The one you can't describe but you'll know it when you see it. Yeah, that one.
High and low, in every antique shop and thrift store, I searched but came up empty. But last week, while twin sis and I were out gallivanting around, we saw it and the search was suddenly over. I gave the nod and into the truck it went.
It is big and heavy and functional and imperfectly perfect for my lifestyle.
And those leather straps make me swoon.
It's scuffed and charming on the outside, and cavernous and metal on the inside, a perfect combination for the propping up of assorted feet, and the storing of assorted ... stuff.
If you know me, you know I have an aversion to change, but after having the same perfectly good coffee table for 27 years, it was time for a change.
This trunk has the feel of home and I expect to keep it around for a very long time.