Before my vintage clothes collecting frenzy commenced, I began buying mid-20th Century furniture and collectables while I was pregnant with my daughter. When she turned six-months old, my loving husband reminded me that our house was becoming a warehouse. I countered that it was his doing, since I was influenced by his sporadic collection of antique furniture and ephemera, and the classic car he was doing up in the garage. This point didn't have the impact I hoped, unfortunately.
I decided that in order to justify my collecting, I would start a Vintage Shop. That way I could buy new items once I had sold something. This is rather habit-forming, unfortunately. And buying often runs ahead of selling. This, I discovered, is where storage units come into their own.
This is one of countless Kitchen Larders that I've bought and sold over the years. I've always believed that a home is no home without a good kitchen, and a good kitchen has functional wares that look cool.