This is the antique copper washing machine we pulled out of the attic to serve as a giant ice bucket for a recent party, the one I completely forgot we had because I go to the attic only once a year to fetch Christmas stuff. ('Never been a fan of attics. Thanks, Nancy Drew.) I loved the patina on it so much, I was reluctant to let it go back upstairs. Luckily, Carpenter Hubs had enough maple leftover from the kitchen remodel to create this nifty top and - presto change-o - we have ourselves a little kitchen island. It seems to be the perfect size as I have yet to stub my toe on it. Maybe I need to visit the attic more often.