Old Mother Hubbard ~ Ain't Got Nothing On Me...

ar~moire:

a large wardrobe or movable cupboard,
with doors and shelves.....

That is right sister, that ol' Mom Hubbard's cupboard was bare and not movable! Mine are stuffed with this and that and the other thing....in other words, not bare and definitely movable.

There are many movable cupboards, a.k.a. armoires...ooh la, la...around this house. They are all different sizes each containing a variety of items marinating their days away...e.i.e.i.o!

This big hunka, hunka burning love of an armoire stands proud in our kitchen nook...which is also where I do all of my sewing and crafting and dreaming and scheming and it is filled with my stash of crafting goodies....I love this big guy. I bought it unfinished ages ago and have painted it several times....and will paint it several more times before I leave this Earth. Notice the serious crackle love going on?

I found this tall~drink~of~water at an antique show years ago...it was new and had my name all over it. I love the way the wood smells and I love, love the little latch on the front.....always makes me smile when I open it....it is stuffed full of American Girl and Goosebumps books...book club anyone?

Okay, you might say that this is not really an armoire however, it is a super~duper cool cupboard that began life as a clock. Do you love the chicken wire on the door? Total cupboard fun and it is movable....so technically it is an armoire, right?

Finally, this little cupboard~o~love is always moved from room to room and I am forever fussing with the poor thing....crackle love going on here too as well as decoupaging and staining. My Father was an oceanographer and he mapped the ocean floor....I have a huge stash of his maps....one of which proudly decorates the inside of the doors.....thanks Dad!

Well that is it for this episode of armoires across the land. Better give Mother Hubbard a call and lend her some bones for her poor dog. Bow~wow.

Smiles ~ Ramona