I saw these on Craig's List for $40-for the SET. I was dying inside because I know there are a few ladies in my town who redo furniture ( I constantly see their ads); and I knew these were the kind of pieces that they would jump all over. I also know that they refurbish furniture and antiques for a living, and this is just my weekend obsession. I don't even have a truck. ( I need a truck, it's on my "list").
So it was to my shock and awe, that when I emailed the person who had posted them that they were still available! I told him I would give him and extra $10 if he would deliver them. His response was that "You should come see them first in case I changed my mind?"
Is this guy nuts? If I don't get these tonight, someone else will snatch them up, anyone with eyes anyway! I went to his house after work, getting lost along the way which set me back about 45 minutes. He answered the door and said "They're in the basement." Hmmmm, I got a little bit of a creepy feeling. It's 8 PM, no one knows where I am, and if he decides to pull a Texas Chainsaw Massacre no one will know for at least a few hours....
He saw my uncomfortable expression and said "I'll just bring them upstairs." With a sigh of relief I said "Yeah that sounds good, thanks!" All the while glancing back at my car parked in the cul-de-sac estimating the seconds it would take to make a run for it if need be.
He brought them up and out into the driveway and they were in terrible shape. Yet at this point I had already gone to the bank and drawn money out for them, been lost for almost an hour, and risked my bodily harm for these things so I was taking them even if they were unrepairable. Who knows what he would do if I refused. (Did I mention that it was 19 degrees, and there was about 6 inches of snow on the ground)?
So he said he would follow me home, (oh jeez) I lead him astray accidentally and we detoured for about an hour until we finally reached my house. David was home at this point (the reason for my detouring) and helped the guy unload my dressers, all the while looking at me like I was nuts. Once the man had left, David scoped out my latest find and said in his gorgeous Scottish brogue "Those are quite nice, good job."
Sigh of relief...and bed. They sat for a few months because the weather was terrible and I couldn't open the windows to my workshop/sunroom and we were in Scotland for a couple of weeks for the holidays. Just last week I decided to get an electric sander rather then put myself through the carpal tunnel of sanding the things down; they were nasty. I had to use olive oil (a trick Mike Stanclift taught me bless him) to remove stickers from them. A little girl had written "Princess" all over the drawers, and there were knicks and dents left right and center. I didn't even enjoy the prep to be honest-there were times when I just wanted to chuck them out, and chalk up my $50 dollar loss.