The Possessed Hutch
So, the saga of the hutch. I beleive it is creating a history of it’s own. My mom and dad moved last July to a smaller house. Mom had all these beautiful cobalt dishes that she displayed in her old (larger) house on a plate rail that ran all around her dining room. The new kitchen has a place for a hutch and we started to look for one. A woman walked in the shop one day with a picture of this one for a great price. I would have to go and pick it up. The problem was... I was on crutches and non weight bearing. But the hutch was perfect. So, a quick call to my grandsons and a suggestion to draw straws over who gets HAS to go with gramma. Logan draws short straw and off we go. First of all, the man at the house insists, vehemently that it won’t fit. I calmly tell him it will. He gets out a tape measure and begins to measure. I...