I Hate Our Dresser

Hate is such a strong word, but when your dresser rips the skin off your middle finger’s knuckle, you hate it. With a passion.

I have to say, though, I hate it when people say that hate is such a strong word. So is love. Yet people use that with abandon just as often as hate, no? The above being the case, I can’t believe I began this post with a phrase that I hate so much!

Anyway . . .

I really do hate our dresser. It’s actually a conglomeration of two Target dressers: one IP bought out west and one that he bought here when two of the drawers started to fall apart on him. The styles are similar but still off: that leaves our drawers uneven, with one or all of them slipping forward on the wheel track and opening. In order to make sure that at least two of the drawers stay put, I have to layer the two middle drawers: the top middle above the bottom middle. That involves pushing up the top middle drawer base over the bottom middle’s lip. And sometimes my poor middle finger gets caught in the crossfire. I think I’ve done it to myself about five times this week. Something must be shifting because I used to be able to do this with ease and no fear of injury.

Over the weekend I scraped off skin and started to bleed. Much swearing ensued. IP looked on silently during my diatribe against the dresser until it ended, and then said, “Okay, task for next weekend. New dresser.”

Yay!

I’ve been agitating for one, but have never really gotten myself together enough to organize a weekend trip to the furniture story. The new dresser calls for moving my old desk into the second bedroom (and it’ll replace IP’s old, old desk which needs to be tossed along with the old dresser). It’ll free up space in our bedroom and give us not only room for our clothes but it’ll save my left middle finger’s skin.

So, now? Onto day dreaming!

My absolute favorite from Ethan Allen, priced at $1,599:

Up next, at $2,299 (!), this beauty from Crate and Barrel:

At $1,199, this dresser from Pottery Barn isn’t the greatest simply because it’s white, but I do love the style:

And finally, a two more realistic purchases. Not as nice or charming, but I guess as long as they don’t scrape half of the skin off my finger I’ll be content.

This dude, at $540, from Roomstore:

Or this one at $585 from Roomstore. If they had another color, I’d go for this:

In the end, though, we just need another dresser, and soon, before I’m walking around my phalanges showing (hyperbole much!?)