I'm firmly convinced that you can go your entire life without ever buying a dresser. Dressers are like the stray cats of furniture--all over the freaking place.
Which explains, WHY, in 35 years, I've never bought one. I did *borrow* one from my sorority house 14 years ago, but technically I think I paid for it with the blood I shed while being rush chair. That dresser is the ugliest piece of furniture I own, but I will NEVER get rid of it.
To further prove my point, we were gifted with new dressers (TWO!) this weekend--and I have big plans to paint them that fun orange color. You can shut your trap if you hate orange, I'm doing it. Until they have been painted, they are to remain in our garage, which means that we are a quarter? half? of the way to furnishing the garage, OR-- I'm actually going to get something done this week.
Coincidentally, I am also planning a garage sale for this coming weekend. Screw this plan I had to organize and arrange everything--that's impossible. I'm literally gonna throw it on the lawn, hang some buntings (wink!) and take donations.
It's shaping up to be a manic week...that's good news for YOU, blogworld.
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