If you've ever come to my house, anytime in the last 10 years or so, you will likely have seen this piece of furniture. It never goes unnoticed, and I usually get asked at least once if I would be willing to give it or sell it to my visitors. It is big and heavy and it is put together with wooden pegs...no screws... and clearly, it is beautiful. I have said "no" to every person who has ever asked for it. It was a gift from my mother in law. She had it shipped from France. It was the armoire that was in her bedroom as a child and she painted it herself when she was 11 years old.

About 7 or 8 years ago I had the fantastic idea of stripping it. We got the top piece stripped and after a lot of hard work we decided we liked it just fine painted white with bright blue and neon yellow accents. We have moved it from house to house to house...small houses, big houses, teeny tiny houses....we have always found a place for it. When we bought our house in Virginia (aka the promised land) our upstairs was big and open and we painted the walls a perfect yellow and I bought furniture to match this armoire...it was cute and cottagey. I loved it with all the blue and yellow...very Monet at Giverny...well kinda. Anyway, when we moved to Texas and we bought our house here we found the perfect spot for it in the entry of the house.
I mentioned painting it...people said "sure"...I forgot about it or got busy...so it remained the same. Then I talked to the paint guy who got me all nervous about the possibility of it being lead paint and encouraged me to have it professionally stripped or paint over it (since dust can pick up the lead from the old paint). Then three weeks ago, in the midst of a decorating bug, I mentioned again about painting it. I took Miles with me to pick out paint. I came home, mentioned I got the paint and still nobody cared. About 3 hours later I decided to do a test patch. I had finished about 1/3 of one of the doors and all of a sudden the whole world stopped. My husband and kids, one by one, stopped by to really give it to me. They could not believe I was painting THE armoire. I think this proves my theory about selective listening in my household....if I mention ice cream everyone hears me....if I mention painting...crickets. I had 4 family members very upset with me and dare I say freaking out over this project.
Now here's the thing. My in laws were due to come the following weekend for a Thanksgiving visit and now I was completely freaked out about what my mother-in-law's reaction would be. It's too big to hide and we've already established I'm too lazy for stripping this monster, so I made some final touch ups and gave strict orders to everyone that no one point out the armoire to their grandmother and to just let her see it for herself.
They arrived the night before my birthday...I felt confident that because it was the night before my birthday that she would do me no physical harm. They arrived in the driveway around 4:30pm and the daylight was still bright. We said our hellos...I shot looks at my children and husband reminding them to act casual as we entered the house. They hung back and she followed me through the front door. She took two steps in and then I heard the gasp....silence...."Mais, this looks fantastic!!!" she says...."Really?" I say "Yes", she says...."the color is wonderful!!!" And I do believe her...she took pictures of it...she Skyped with her sister in France and showed it to her and honestly I loved it even more every time I look at it. And once the wall behind it is painted it will look even better!

I realize now that I think my family does love the new painted version, but because we have moved so much and because we are constantly changing, having this armoire stay the same through every move was important to each of us. The armoire, with its blue and yellow paint, was a constant and no matter what the floor plan or the address...this armoire was a part of our home that never changed. I hope our family realizes that the vagabond days are over and that this armoire whether cream, or blue and yellow, is a part of our family forever.
And no...you can't have it, so don't bother asking!