My hopechest's new resting place

When I was 15 my daddy made me a hopechest. Of course it came with me when I got married and moved out. When Daddy made it, he asked me if I'd like a design or an outline on the lid of the chest. I declined, since I wanted to put it at the foot of my bed someday.

When Jeff moved it into our house, he asked me where I wanted it. For some reason, I put it against the wall. For a year now, my lovely hopechest has taken up several feet of space against a wall. I'm not sure why -or how- I had forgotten about my original plan for it.

As Jeff and I have been scratching our heads trying to figure out how to fit a crib, a cradle, a rocking chair and a new dresser (Jeff doesn't have a dresser yet!) into our already too crowded bedroom, I turned to my space saving savvy mom for help.

Her first bit of advice: "Where is your hopechest now?" I told her it was against the wall, to which she immediately replied, "Ok, so move it to the foot of your bed." I felt like an idiot. I can't believe I forgot that is what I wanted to do with it all along--even from the day it first was being built! *Sigh...*

So, today Jeff and I started rearranging our bedroom. This will be a lengthy process, as we also need to build some shelves in the closet and such before much of the arranging can take place. However, this simple act of moving my hopechest to it's rightful place of honor at the foot of our bed has already helped immensely with our lack of space problem.

Not to mention, it looks darn beautiful there! (Thanks Mama for your help!!)