Vanity.

If I haven't said it here already, I'm saying it now. If I've said it already, I'm saying it again. K is the sleuthiest of sleuthers. Neither of those are words, Grammarly is telling me. Whatevs. She is.

Case in point: Her randomly finding photos of our (this house) bathroom vanity being built.



Thanks, Facebook. We'd always wondered what it was. We could tell it wasn't Ikea, although we think the door hinges are Ikea. Or similar. After all, 90% of this house is Ikea. We're not necessarily complaining. Just saying.

But no! This puppy is handmade. Well done, dad of previous owners. Apparently, from the comments, it's 'birch ply inside, solid walnut frame, walnut ply drawer fronts and doors.' With a concrete countertop. That was botched once and poured a second time.

We haven't figured out their disdain for cabinet hardware, so we've since added knobs and pulls to this, the kitchen cabinets, the office cabinets, the other cabinets, the other vanities… Yeah, pretty much everywhere.

Knobs or not, it's pretty cool to find out where it came from. Even cooler, maybe, because we left behind a custom vanity I spent a few months of my life building for our master bathroom and had originally vowed we'd take with us. This makes me feel a little better.

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