Why I bought this hunk of wood

Took my routine trip to G.W. Industries yesterday. Commonly know as Good Will. I frequent enough to earn rewards. Yesterday I got $5 off my thrift store items. Also, yesterday, anything with a pink price tag was half off. I selected three of those. No, I am not cheap, just practical.

That has nothing to do with the 'jar', as I've decided to call it. Here is how my mind works. Or doesn't.

I spotted this. OMG it looks just like my mom's faithful footstool!!! With bottle neck on top. Mom was short. Someone took old hunks of wood, made her a footstool, varnished it....she hauled it from Ohio to Texas. From Texas to Oregon. From Oregon to Indiana. From Indiana to Wisconsin. From Wisconsin back to Ohio. It has frequent moving miles to match the number of times stepped on. My sister and I played sith it, each Grandchild and Great-grandchild played on it, fell off it, stubbed their toes and got in trouble for try to climb on it. My dad called it that hunk of wood. I had to have my own hunk of wood.

This morning though, I figured it out. I actually bought it to fit right here.....I believe it blends in well.

Impulse, nostalgia or supreme taste in decor? Don't know but that us how my mind works. Or doesn't.