For Me? You Shouldn't Have!

I’m not sure how any of the objects in my room made it in. There may be a covert army of interior designers hanging out down the street parked in Range Rovers, Mercedes 500 SL’s, or vegi oil powered Volvos , drinking gin and tonics, smoking Gauloises, chattering on about what they know, or what they think they know about Billy Haines, waiting for me to exit, so they can rush in and do an installation. This must be the case because my wife who stands 5’4” is too small and clearly not strong enough to bring a dresser and nightstand combo into the house, let alone our bedroom.

These two olive green mid century modern pieces, are well-crafted sections of furniture that add function, class, love to our simple bedroom. The main and larger part faces north and is approximately seven feet long and two and one half feet deep. It has three large drawer’s stacked on the ends, the north end houses my wife’s clothing, the right houses my own. The center area has two pull out doors that reveal a large place for shelves, which are missing, inside are photos albums, papers, shoeboxes of photos. There are gold knobs complete and functioning where they should be and everything slides and opens easily. There is a glass top that rests above. On top of the main dresser sits a 32’ television, a large framed work by David Schoffman, which is 6 panels of oil or acrylic abstracts on paper pinned & stacked 2 across and 3 down. There are little bowls of coins and odds and ends, two cases that hold more junk, loose photos of my youth, watches, coins, receipts, framed photos of family, a lamp made by Marnie Jamieson. The smaller dresser, which sits across the doorway facing east has an empty square basket, some playing cards, a studio monitor and more loose papers that need to be either thrown away or filed in proper places. Inside each of these drawers are things that could be tossed or put into a scrap album, or scrap trunk, objects range from papers, photos, scripts, sculptures, headsets, and cryptic pieces written in hand, sometimes typed on worn pages of paper.

This is furniture. I am content with how it looks and how it works. I look forward to using it today. I don’t know about tomorrow. I am trusting my furniture will be here. It is furniture. Am I writing about my furniture? Yes.