God, or at least the God of Craigslist, dropped in to say
hello last week. We were having a typical evening: I was shuffling furniture around the house, frowning, reshuffling, and Aaron was trying to ignore me and watch baseball. I shuffled an old Crate and Barrel dresser of mine from childhood right next to Aaron's side of the bed, trialling my idea to use dressers in place of night tables. Hrrm.
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| Dresser In Library / Office / Man Cave |
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| Dresser In Bedroom |
Ok, well, that actually looks
very nice. Woo! Concept good, practice good. And now for the Astrocrag task of finding another similar dresser that is about the same size, and isn't a fortune.
I went to PotteryBarn.com, and found this:
The
Ashby Dresser, for a cool $999. Is it just me or does this look like this took a tumble in a landfill and was never cleaned upon being salvaged? Uh, pass.
I then sauntered over to Craigslist. Craigslist had been annoying me lately: there was too much clicking, so I installed a little gizmo called CraigsToolbox, which previews all the images for you in-line, reducing the clicking.
I searched for "Pottery Barn Dresser".
Omg. The second result. It is
my dresser. It is the exact, same, dresser. It is $200. It is in Chelsea. It was posted THREE HOURS AGO.
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Are you seeing the unbelievable insanity of what is happening here? I went into unbelievable insanity mode, casually writing someone who turned out to be named Julie an overly relaxed email wondering if the dresser was still available. Oh it was? Oh great, we're interested, can we pick it up tomorrow? Oh Tuesday works fine for us too, we'll see you then!
This is insane.
So Tuesday rolls around, Aaron rents a zip car, and we pop over to Julie's. I go upstairs, her husband opens to the door, and looks around for the bigger person I brought with me to get the dresser out of his apartment. Aaron's downstairs with the car, I reassure him. I walk into their bedroom. It's the twilight zone: they have our sheets from Restoration Hardware, and (obviously) our dresser.
I check out the rest of their apartment. They're moving, so they're selling some other stuff. Oh, more twilight zone: they have our couch from Williams Sonoma Home. And, they have the
Ron-Marvin coffee table from Williams Sonoma Home, which I would have bought had it not been too small for our space.
Anyway, I needed to get out of there before I found out we were related. I pushed the dresser into the elevator, grabbed Aaron downstairs, where we hoisted the dresser into the ZipCar and drove home.
When we got home, I slid it next to my side of the bed. It fit within less than an inch!
I stood back.
Wow. Amazing. I am slain. By the Gods of Craigslist. Thank you, Gods of Craigslist.
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| Aaron's Side. |
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| Anne's Side. |
The whole thing is too insane for me to even conceptualize. I still need to think about it and sacrifice a goat.