I’ve been spending quite a bit of time on the living room futon as it is the only piece of furniture not holding moving boxes. The other day, from my perch on futon mountain, I found myself staring at Soleil’s bedroom (now living room) dresser. It is this horrible orange, vintage beauty that I splurged on ($60 broke girl splurge) a while back.
As I was staring, it started looking less like a dresser and more like the foundation of a fabulous kitchen island. Not believing my own ingenuity, I jumped over to the interweb to see if this was a for real thing. And yea, it is. I’m kind of a genius.