When I got a farm in Jefferson, Ohio, I decided to convert the garage/workshop out back into a painting studio. The guy who was there before used the place as a workshop and had literally hundreds of little wooden drawers in homemade cabinets. I burned a lot of the wood, but kept most of the drawers and painted on them.
We had a barn and one horse at the time, and we decided we needed to get another animal to keep the horse company in the bar. Horses get lonely and cranky. So we went and got a little French goat. She was adorable and followed me everywhere. I named her Satan because she had horns.