We’ve all had a cheap dresser at some point, and we all know what that means: The broken drawers suck and they eventually fall apart.
That was certainly the case with this one. Remember, a couple of weeks ago, how I made over a laminate armoire I picked up on Kijiji?
Well, this is its mate — an extra-long dresser with the same ’80s curves, chunky wooden hardware … and broken drawers.
The drawers were falling apart before we’d even dragged it out of the person’s house. I was already scrunching my face about the fact that the furniture was laminate — not the real wood I’d thought it was — so carrying armfuls of drawer pieces did nothing to improve my mood.
Once we’d gotten the furniture into our basement (the site of my brand-new home office), I assessed the pile of drawers from all three pieces (armoire, dresser and nightstand) to see which fit where. It turned out that all of the broken drawers were coming from Ye Olde Long Dresser — only one was intact.
The messages were beeping in, one after another, until I clicked over to the Facebook thread between me and a few friends to see what the panic was.
It was not an emergency. It was that no one had any idea what to get their kids for Christmas.
I mean, they had ideas — just not real-life gifts they could actually buy. One child desperately wanted a doll that talked, walked and ate. We’ve had a lot of Baby Alives in our house, and none of them did all three. My friend bemoaned that particular doll was merely a digital animation in a cartoon show, and therefore not an actual doll that could be purchased. Uh-oh.
Another friend said her child had decided they really wanted a Barbie camper van, only to decide several days later they had changed their mind. D’oh!
We are still (barely) in our early 30s, and when we were kids, things were different. We pored over the Sears Wishbook and circled items in ballpoint pen, or we got brainwashed by the constant toy commercials that played during the Saturday morning cartoons.
These days, our kids hardly ever see a commercial thanks to Netflix, DVRs, streaming and OnDemand. The only catalogue in our house is from IKEA and I’m pretty sure they don’t want a Söderhamn sofa under the tree.
It made me wonder about how in the heck some parents really are supposed to figure out what to get their kids for Christmas …
Recently I learned that sometimes the first crafty instinct isn’t necessarily the best one.
We have a sweet little vintage desk, which is part of a hand-me-down set of ’50s-era furniture we received when we moved into our house. It’s compact and classic, and it’s lived in so many different spots — from the entryway to the living room to both kids’ bedrooms.
When we re-did our daughter’s bedroom last winter and built a massive loft bed, we moved the poor ol’ vintage desk down to my office since she no longer had room for it. (Also, she was just filling the drawers with broken toys and other garbage. Sigh.)
In its new home, in my tiny basement office, it held my serger and the drawers were filled with extra bobbins and cross-stitch canvas. So many times I almost painted the whole thing a fun, bright colour — fuchsia, maybe, or tangerine — but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I don’t know what stopped me, exactly. I just knew I hadn’t come up with the right idea for that perfectly vintage desk.
It turned out I was smart to wait …