Burr Walnut

After 15 years we’d had enough of the pine wardrobe. We lay in bed forced to face its fake redness, annoyed by its tendency to warp, by doors that didn’t shut right, and drawers that wore away at the rails so they wouldn’t close either. Slowly filling with revulsion. So, it’s hard to believe, but we actually did something about it. OUR LITTLE BIT FOR RUDD’s STIMULUS.

We got a “new” wardrobe from a place in Thornbury with a mezzanine storage area full of dusty, dirty pieces of English antique furniture shipped across the world in square metal containers. Sitting amongst thousands of pieces that would take lifetimes to restore. They only bother making it nice if a customer expresses interest and puts down some dosh you see.

It’s a touch ricketty, and has its quirks, but I stand and marvel at the lush burr walnut veneer, and admire myself briefly in the full length mirror before turning away. It’s just a lovely piece with a ton of character. An antidote to all things efficient and bland.  And we bought a simple double bed from the same place, which should replace another chunk of pine (see mirror) very shortly. Finding second homes for these is a lot harder than signing on the dotted line and waiting four weeks and coughing up.