I would like you to all formally meet my dresser.
Dresser, lovely people of the universe; lovely people of the universe, dresser.
While this is not my first dresser, it sure feels like it. I didn't have a dresser in high school or college (I know! How?!) and while I've had one since living in Denver, it's fairly small, and not really my taste.
So, I was thrilled, ecstatic, over the moon to find this French Provincial one for a bargain! Honestly, after we lugged it upstairs, pieced it back together, I proceeded to lay prostrate in bed just staring at it. It was like Christmas.
And I still find myself pacing around it, rearranging knickknacks, playing with the drawers, lighting candles atop it -- it's a huge mood-booster to have this small, dedicated space that feels all my own. I have a strong predilection toward the feminine, and I love collecting antique trinkets -- so it's finally have a space where I can invite these objects to interact with my rituals, to be used.
(Philosophical tangent: a wonderful quote about happiness from Paul Dolan -- " happiness is experiences of pleasure and purpose over time." Three things there: pleasure, purpose, over time. I like to think this principle transcends to our surroundings -- that we feel more in tune with and gracious toward our spaces when we build them around pleasurability, usefulness, and longevity. I already feel lighter somehow, now that I'm not prancing longways across my apartment to fetch one thing, then back for another -- and also I appreciate my trinkets more, now that they're actively involved in my getting-ready rituals.)
Also, there's nothing like piling all your clothes into a dresser to make you realize that alllllllll of them are some variation of white, beige, or gray, or otherwise floral. All of them. (Kidding, there's one plaid shirt in there.)
Wood purists everywhere are gritting their teeth when I say she might get painted. But: I've always wanted a cream or dove gray dresser this style...and the wood is scratched up anyway.
Or...we could leave her be for now, move her to the white wall? The problem is...it's just the one white, half-wall -- a most coveted corner. It's where ALL of our furniture looks best. As much as I love the brick, I sometimes wish we had a mostly white apartment with one awesome exposed brick wall to juxtapose...rather than the other way around. We love the brick, we do! I swear! It's just an ongoing struggle to make things look light and airy, which is our natural leaning.
Either way, I'm positively smitten!