by Laura Kroeger
I could tell the birdcage was a gem as soon as I saw it.
One man’s trash is another man’s vintage statement piece! (photo by Lee Armfield Cannon)
My fiancé…not so much. He took some convincing before we decided to bring it home to our 700-square-foot apartment. I promised we could put plants in it or something. Someone who saw us bringing it into our complex called it the “Taj Mahal of birdcages.” It was definitely an ambitious impulse buy.
We stared at it, sitting on our floor, empty. It was too large and too heavy to hang from the ceiling. Then we realized that it was tall enough to house the liquor bottles accumulating on our side table. The bird-sized exit on the back wouldn’t fit the bottles, so we unscrewed the four screws holding the dome to the structure. Luckily, the dome popped right off. We loaded the bottles inside, and now the birdcage has a great place on our table, taking up the exact same amount of space as the liquor bottles that were simply sitting there before. In fact, it may be even a space saver. We added miniature whiskeys to the “porch” and a few succulents for shrubbery.
The birdcage bar. (photo by Laura Kroeger)
The first annual Forest Hills Community Yard Sale was Saturday, October 17th. Are we doing this again? Heck yeah!