Guess what I got on Saturday?

No joke.

Snow.  Seriously? Seriously.

So it looks like Spring is totally bypassed, and Canada will be fast forwarding straight to Summer this year.  This is ridiculous, and I know why it’s happening: it’s an odd-numbered year.  2009.  Nothing good ever happens during odd-numbered years.  {Okay, so Poor Kyle was born in ’81, and we got married in 2007; maybe my theory is not completely accurate, but what do you expect?  I’m actually pretty dumb, believe it or not.}

The good thing is that I never did plant a vegetable/herb garden—a penny saved is a penny not wasted on a worthless garden that would probably just die in next week’s snowstorm.

At any rate, I needed to cheer myself up, so what did I do?  I thrifted.  I’m a huge fan of thrifting, in case you didn’t know.  I even have a secret source for thrifty finds here in Canada, and no: I won’t tell you where it is.  But I will say that it never fails to provide me with excellent thrifty deals.  Wanna see what I got?

Meet my new ensuite bathroom above-the-toilet cabinet:

I am a huge fan of the green colour of the wood as it is, but I’m also somewhat addicted to painting furniture, so I haven’t yet decided if I’ll leave it alone.

The knobs I’ll surely change, though—don’t worry.  Plastic Tupperware™ green is not really my style.

I will, however, be keeping the old-world vintage hinges.  I look at these and can’t help but think, “Hansel and Gretel.”  I’m not sure why.

The cupboard cost me a sweet ten bucks, and I figure after replacing the knobs, I’ll be out $20, maybe $30.  For a tiny bathroom that is dearly lacking storage space, it’s a steal.  I also have big plans for hanging jewelry-organising hooks behind the doors.  Smart.  (Yes, you read right: I just told myself I’m smart.  Sometimes I need validation, you know, and I can’t go around waiting for commenters to supply it.  I need to know I’m a good person, and I need to know it NOW.)

Oh, and the coolest part was that I learned some history behind it: it was handmade by a frenchman many years ago.

I like knowing that this cupboard has a story.  It is unique—nobody else in the world has one exactly like it. (Well, it’s quite simple, so maybe more do exist, but do you have to be such a dadgum naysayer?)  I like to think that even if I could afford to shop at Pottery Barn or fancy boutiques, I would still try to find distinctive vintage pieces with character.

But probably I’ll never have enough money to find out.

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