I call it a hall tree. It’s an antique piece of furniture with hooks for coats, a lovely mirror, and two umbrella stands—each with a tin plate to catch the drips. My husband surprised me with it one Christmas morning more than 30 years ago, and I’ve loved it every day since.
Yesterday, I casually mentioned that I’m thinking about painting it. Let’s just say Harold, a quiet man who usually thinks my decorating ideas are inspired, was not thrilled.