I had not one, not two, but FOUR dressers slip through my fingers last week. Ouch! That is hard to take. I didn’t move quickly enough on the first two and other buyers got there ahead of me. But what was even more painful was the second two. I had a pickup scheduled and everything, but then the seller texted and said she’d changed her mind about selling them and was giving them to a friend. That one was really disappointing. If my blog makes you think that this furniture gig is easy, let this post dissuade you of that notion. Sometimes it’s just extremely frustrating.
But let’s move on, shall we?
I did end up buying this guy this week.
I’m calling him the Cambridge because Mr. Q and I drove all the way to Cambridge to pick him up. On a freezing cold evening with wind chills around 20 below. The elderly husband and wife selling this dresser were the nicest people. I didn’t have the heart to negotiate the price, even though I discovered that the veneer was in really bad shape. We lost several large chunks of it just trying to get it loaded. I have to say, the seller was such a gentlemen that he insisted on helping Mr. Q carry the dresser to the truck. I offered to take an end, but he was having no part of that. I was worried he was going to have a heart attack right there in his driveway. He had to rest half way to the truck, but still wouldn’t allow me to take over. Who says chivalry is dead?
It’s a unique piece for sure. It reminded me of the Cokato pieces that I painted last year. I’m going to have to devote some time to repairing the veneer where I can, and removing it where I can’t. I also sent a drawer home with Ken to be rebuilt. There are some very lovely drawer pulls on this one though, and they are all there!
To be honest, this one is going to be a lot more work than I bargained for. I might have to just shove him to the back of the line for a while. But hopefully I can salvage him and put him back out there for someone to love.