Out With The Old, In With the…….Older
By now, you’ve probably realized that I can’t keep anything the same for too long when it comes to furniture. I love swapping out items for something cuter and more functional, particularly if I can get it at a bargain. But my quest for something new doesn’t always mean actually NEW….just new whatever place in the house needs something different. In fact, some of my most favorite pieces in our home are old, like a dresser that I’ve been using since just after college. It was my grandfather’s dresser when I was a kid and sometimes I expect to find his clean white hankies carefully folded in the top left-hand drawer when I open it.
But as all you married folks out there know, one dresser, no matter how fabulous, is not enough for two people. We’ve been on the hunt for a second dresser for a while now, limping along with a cool, but impractically designed inside, chifferobe that I bought at an antique store for cheap in college. The problem was that we loved my grandfather’s dresser so much that we didn’t want to give that up, but finding something that matched was impossible and even something that merely complimented it was proving a monumental task. I was about to just throw in the towel and buy a dresser, any old dresser, just to be able to put my laundry away.
A few weeks ago when Keith and I were in Mississippi helping with the garage sale at my grandmother’s house, my mom was trying to figure out what to do with the “good furniture.” We’d been able to sell anything that lacked sentimental or actual value, but there were several pieces remaining in the living room that were legitimately antique, were still in fabulous shape, and that quite frankly, no one could bear to part with because there were just too many memories attached. We were able to make space in my parent’s house for a couple of them by rearranging and selling a bookshelf of my mom’s, and several things were earmarked to go to my uncle’s apartment, but a few pieces still needed a place including a beautiful buffet that has been in my grandparent’s dining room as long as I can remember. It had been given to them by my great-grandmother who had used it in her house, so while I’m not sure exactly how old it is, I’m thinking that 75 years or so at least is a safe estimate.
And then it hit me. Just because it was intended to house dishes and silverware, china and goblets, didn’t mean it couldn’t be the perfect home for socks and t-shirts and running clothes. And while my grandmother always adorned the top with a teapot and tea cozy year round and tins upon tins of pecan sandies and other cookies at Christmas, that didn’t mean I couldn’t set all my perfume bottles and jewelry out on an old mirror. I bought some dark wood Old English scratch cover and polish, gave it a loving coat, and I’m really pleased with how it turned out. And love that not only is it practical, but it’s a little piece of history as well.