No really. It's a big deal. I've been petitioning for a new dresser for at least forever. Our old malm from Ikea just doesn't do it for me. Don't get me wrong, Ikea is the sh*t but something about that light wood veneer monster wasn't working. Or, you know, everything about it. Way back before Christmas I found a pretty decent looking vintage-y mid century one on craigslist for around $200. I know. So. Cheap. I used my best convincing skillz but sadly made little headway (what can I say, I'm a medical student not a law student). After a week of being quite literally harassed (sorry Jay) he finally gave in to my fabulous cheap dresser. I was so excited I flew onto craigslist and of course it was long gone.
Fast forward until Sunday, but insert prolong dresser hecklings and negotiations. After getting brunch at Baby Barnaby's we checked out the fabulous but fabulously overpriced Reeve's Antiques "looking" for a dresser once again. There are like 10 things I would buy from there in a second if I could possibly justify or afford the expense. As it stands it's more of a indoor window shopping situation. My favorite dressers were these two, checking in at a whopping $1000 and $1300. I know. I could eat so much Chipotle for that much money.
So long story not all that short I happened to check out West Elm because they have this cool line of mid-century style bedroom furniture that I secretly like better than the vintage ones because a) the knobs are really cool b) the wood color is really pretty and c) its much bigger than those midgy old ones. Seriously, were clothes thinner in 1960? People shorter? I digress again, sorry, anyways this West Elm one just happened to be on sale for that weekend only!
By this point I think Jay was exhausted of me and my relentless talk of a perfect future life with a new dresser, and since the style is very him (clean lines, smooth, modern, etc) he said we should go check it out. Oh but we did so much more. We loved it in store and scooped it right on up. Here it is in all it's glory!
I know. It's smiling at us. Hey there handsome. I know it looks all settled and happy in that picture but getting it home was an adventure. Since Jay got a little SUV guy for a car my convertible is no longer the "big car" but even still the box only fit when we moved our seats all the way up and leaned them forward. I'm sure it looked hilarious. I was concerned by the very plausible possibility of the airbag exploding and killing us all if we got in a fender bender so I think I reminded Jay to be careful every 6-10 ft or so.
We made it home in one piece, but we live upstairs. Now I've never really had to carry anything huge up these stairs because I just called my nice friend Matt Belton to help Jay and then carried little insignificant crap/ cheered from the side when we moved in. I know, not my most feminist moment. But I rock climb a couple of times a week and I feel like I'm pretty strongish. At least I used to feel that way until I tried to pick up the back half of this bad boy's box and then almost fell over and died. Thank god Jay is super strong because my role in getting the dresser up to our room essentially became me avoiding getting random body parts trapped under the box while he pushed it. Where the heck is Matt Belton when you need him?
Oh and funny story, we carried the old dresser down to the garage to sell on craigslist and then went to get margaritas. Then, as often happens when drinking margaritas, we had a revelation. What if we put the old dresser in the study and then we'll have tons of storage! Fail. So the next day we moved it back upstairs (and about 20 feet from it's original home) and set it up in the study. We weren't using Jay's desk or the TV that used to be on it much anymore so we moved those out to make room for the old malm.