So I’m at an antique store in an old service station on Route 66 in Warwick when I notice a very dirty, somewhat rickety Marx Colonial metal dollhouse on a pile of items being liquidated at garage-sale prices.
I’ve been drifting in and out of antique stores for several weeks, hoping to find an interesting shelf, cabinet, crate, or other item to use as a spice rack. After looking at the dollhouse for a minute and trying to think of some legitimate excuse for bringing it home, I decided its spacious rooms made it a prime candidate for adaptive reuse.
All I need are a couple of shelf brackets and some elbow grease, and I’ll have the coolest spice rack in Red Fork.
Not bad for 50 cents. š
Emily
Red Fork Hippie 