Several years ago I got it in my head that because I was an adult, I should start investing in quality furniture. I made one such purchase and it turned out to be ridiculous. Why? Because I like to redecorate every few years. If I’m investing in quality furniture at every turn, well, that makes for an expensive hobby. And a whole lot of commitment. The Ethan Allen media cabinet was such a steep investment (for my budget) that I felt obligated to keep it forever. That limited my redecorating options, and so I resented an inanimate object. Nice.
When I saw this cabinet in August 2004, I had to have it. It was the first one of this style I had ever seen, and no one was selling anything like it. Now you can find these things everywhere. I paid for the overpriced wooden box and then waited, complained, and fought for over a year before I had possession of the complete piece. To top that off, it was damaged when it arrived, but by that time it was out of production so all they could do was repair rather than replace. I called Ethan Allen headquarters and experienced the worst customer service of my life. Never. Again.
But, by December 2005 it was delivered, repaired to the best of the delivery guy’s ability, and fully ensconced in my home. All 5 million pounds of it. I could not budge that thing an inch, no way, no how. I can feel my anxiety building as I recount this to you because I’m a re-arranger. Things get moved around at my place. I like to change it up. Try out new looks. Not only had I come to the realization that this thing was the most costly item in my estate and therefore not disposable, but it was also going to occupy the same footprint for all of eternity. Yes, I’m being dramatic, but not.
A few years later, enter another source of furniture anxiety. I inherited my parents’ bedroom set after Dad passed away and Mom downsized. Their 1960s mid-century suite is the style, color, shape, and size I love. It’s exactly what I would buy if I had the room. See where this is going? I live in a tiny condo and don’t like clutter. At one point, my little bedroom was home to a bed, chest of drawers, dresser, cedar chest, sewing machine cabinet, plant stand, and jewelry armoire. The wall-to-wall furniture was making me crazy! I tried to give the bedroom set to my sister. Twice. Thank goodness she didn’t take me up on it, because it all worked out in the end.
First, the dresser did some traveling. It started in the bedroom, hung out in the dining room, and was planted in the entryway for a while to catch my keys as I came and went. There was too much furniture in every room and poor dresser wore out its welcome everywhere. It was a beautiful thorn in my minimalist side.
To make my point about redecorating: I no longer have the curtains, bedding, lamps, or bed shown in the photo above. That was so three years ago!
I tried, without success, to sell the media cabinet. I felt defeated by this thing. But, a year later I listed it again–I had nothing to lose–and it sold. Boom! Goodbye overpriced, too-heavy, messing-with-my-feng-shui albatross! Not only did I pocket a little chunk of cash, it opened up the perfect space for the dresser. The transaction left the largest wall in my condo looking a bit bare, but not to worry. I had been dreaming of a picture ledge for years, and West Elm had exactly what I was looking for. I
The dresser is perfect for this space. When I sold the media cabinet, I gave away the tv and bought a smaller one. That’s right, I downsized my tv, and yes I am feeling fine! I don’t like when the tv dominates my room (I’m not a gamer and I don’t have an in-home theater), and since I live in a small space, it makes sense that I would have a small tv. At least that’s my logic.
The Ethan Allen purchase was my first and last big furniture expenditure. Since then it’s been Target, World Market, Wayfair, and even Steinmart. I bought a dining set at Target and after enjoying it for a few years, I sold it cheap and was happy. Same story for an animal print chair, a console table, and who knows what else–it’s a revolving door here! I may feel differently in a decade, or even tomorrow, but this is what works for me now.
The bottom line is that I love the dresser as a tv stand. And, I get to display some of my favorite pieces of art along with my ukulele on the picture ledge I always wanted. Harmony has been restored to my home. Well, that is, when I learn to play the ukulele!