Is it an impressively expensive, custom piece
from some posh little boutique in Santa Fe or La Jolla?
No.
Is it, you say ~ a charming treasure snatched up from an elite Palm Springs dead movie star estate sale?
No, it is not.
Is it a long, lost item from Frida Kahlo's forgotten seaside vacation home?
No.
Is it, you say ~ a charming treasure snatched up from an elite Palm Springs dead movie star estate sale?
No, it is not.
Is it a long, lost item from Frida Kahlo's forgotten seaside vacation home?
Que lástima.
Is it a trendy cabinet by an up-and-coming contemporary ethnic artist offered at a high-society silent auction?
Is it a trendy cabinet by an up-and-coming contemporary ethnic artist offered at a high-society silent auction?
Nope.
But it is a deliciously sensational find by a Phoenix registered nurse who, in a moment of genius pressured the antique shop to meet her price with a smile, and then gloriously hand-painted by the same with common craft acrylics in a little longer moment of more genius. While it is true the design is not original, her execution of it far surpasses the grossly over-priced version she spied at the shop which first inspired her fit of marvelous creativity. I know, because I saw it. The swirly knobs are to die-for.
(I'd like to see what she does when suturing a cut or wrapping a sprain). Well done, my friend Cathy Mitchell, R. N. extraordinaire!
