My “high-end” piece.

 As I’m giving the tour of my new home to family, my wealthy cousin stops and stares, touches the details and says, “I’ve seen pieces like this in highend furniture stores.” No my dear, I wouldn’t know, I got that from a yard sale two weeks ago. It was brown and ugly and it smelled a bit, so I painted and embellished it. I changed the knobs that I recycled from my kitchen, isn’t this $20 piece simply bitchen?