I found this old vanity in an alley in Chicago.
Upon which, the television has rested ever since.
The drawers had no knobs when the find was found.
Thus, seven or more knobless years have passed.
I had grand dreams of making knobs from stones.
These dreams perpetuated my knoblessness.
I never had time for making my low priority dreams happen.
Today I compromised and bought some, but I'm happy as can be.
My perception that only hand made stones would do clouded reality.
Because its great to have knobs at least I can use these drawers now.
1 comment:
You're such a knob.
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