If you follow my blog on facebook, you know that I’ve been on the hunt.
The prey: the elusive craigslist dresser, in excellent condition with beautiful lines, within my budget, for the nursery.
But this particular breed is fleeting, quick, evading capture.
They run in packs, hiding on the other side of Atlanta from me, where I cannot go get them. Once, I caught one in my sights.
It was pretty. With nice lines. Within the budget. A simple coat of paint and refreshed hardware would have made it a meaty feast for my decorating appetite. I sneakily approached, careful not to scare it off.
But alas! It evaded me, with its hour-and-a-half drive away. I grieved. I mourned the loss.
But I was hungry.
I returned to the hunt.
Day in and day out, I stalked craigslist with the best, most effective methods I could muster. Finally, a lone listing caught my eye.
I did not delay.
And dragged its lifeless body back to my den, where I feasted upon my catch. I brought it immediately to the nursery and placed it in its new home.
It’s a little vintage piece, much more feminine than furniture I usually buy, but it’s sweet. Happy. And the size is perfect for that room and perfect to double as a changing table. The previous owner replaced the hardware, and I’m thinking it might want to be changed. (What do you think: would you keep it or replace it?)
I know there’s probably a blogger rule somewhere that says I’m supposed to now paint this dresser, but guess what? Not gonna do it. I like it white, and I’m a rebel rulebreaker.
I’m happy to finally have a place to store frilly little onesies and minuscule diapers. And I’m especially proud to have finally made the kill.
(P.S.: Check back in for the full nursery reveal on Monday if all goes well!)