The Virgin Mary Shelf. Um... what??
Two years ago my husband and
I moved into a quaint suburban neighborhood where all of the little brick homes
and manicured lawns look exactly same. Shortly after moving in, we discovered
that our neighborhood was built in the early 1960s and that all of the original
inhabitants were either Italian or Polish and, like, REALLY Catholic.
Hence, the Virgin Mary Shelf… or at least, that’s
what I call it. We noticed this little effigy hidey-hole on our first tour of
the home with our realtor. When the realtor pointed it out, I said under my
breath, “…and this is where they kept The Blessed Mother…” – and I’ve been
calling it the Virgin Mary Shelf ever since. For two years I’ve decorated my
walls, my mantle and anywhere else I could place décor, but this little area
has remained empty. For two years I've been staring at this odd and
off-putting space wondering WHAT IN THE WORLD to do with it. I was at a loss.
