I drove home, my mind lusting over the endless possibilities. As soon as humanly possible, I drove back to the thrift store and nervously surveyed the furniture to lay eyes on her. And at a price far lower than I thought I would see. I ran as fast as I could to buy it, and then later realized... perhaps I should have measured my car. (It did, but it was a comedy of driving with my knees up to my ears, but sometimes you must sacrifice for your art.)
The dresser, disguised as a credenza, resided in the living room in front of the large picture window and acted as a storage unit for all of the random flotilla (DVDs, extra remotes, etc.) for over a year. During that time, I had such visions of grandeur for what it would be come - refinished walnut, painted white and detailed, or any other number of wild internet fantasies. Reality? Nothing happened.

I ended up listing the dresser of awesomeness Craigslist, but had a rough time selling it. (Although I did make contact with an awesome MCM-fiend in the area, but he ended up having too much furniture to take it home.) After about a month of no-shows and random email propositions, it finally did go to a good home - another young woman who was into mid-century furniture. The Mr., enterprising as always, upsold her for two gorgeous walnut MCM chairs that needed reupholstering. Bless his heart.