Remember my dad the antiquer?  He’s also my dad the plumber.  And when those two worlds collide you end up with an antique toilet.

True story.

The past week has been crazy busy and full of developments for Circa Dee.  I can’t wait to share all of them with you as the time is right.  In the midst of all of this great activity we spent a couple of days in Cape May.  My parents joined us and we set out antiquing on Saturday morning.  On our journey we encountered the aforementioned toilet.  Of course I encouraged my dad the antiquer/plumber to get it.  How could he continue to live without a Victorian era john?

My mom, on the other hand, was repulsed by the idea of the toilet taking up residence in her house.  Obviously she was overruled.  And being the ornate oak vessel that it is, my dad has big plans of displaying the piece in their living room.  I’m fairly certain he will be overruled in that category.

Did I mention that he plans to put a plant in it.  Seriously.  Without prompting he said he’s going to put a plant in the enamel can.  In the living room.  I will have to keep you posted on where the toilet ends up.  I have a feeling it may be the basement.  (Honestly the can really does gross me out and you know how much I love enamelware…just not this pot.)

In the meantime, my dad and I had a good time having a photoshoot with the ancient vessel.  My mom all the while kept shouting for us to wash our hands and not to touch it.

Good times.  So how was your weekend?