this piece stood in the original kitchen in my grandmother's house. i say original because at some point before i was born, they added a second kitchen, on the same floor, but farther away from the living area of the house. my great-grandmother, my grandmother said, couldn't stand the smell of food. for as long as i could remember it, it was white, with silver knobs. it was one of the pieces i insisted we include in our kitchen - it may not be elegant, but it's incredibly useful.
here it is, all scraped and sanded and primed:
with its new color on:
the finishing touch: