I spied him from a little ways away. I approached. My heart started beating a little faster. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his brother lurking in the corner, and my blood pounded in my ears. They did not notice me. In fact, the taller one seemed to be soaking in some attention from an older woman poking and prodding him. “Get away from him,” I thought. “He’s mine. So is his brother.” She left abruptly, so I hurried over to check him out. He looked so fine, even if he had a yellowish aged pallor! Tall, well-built, and nicely cut, he and his shorter, wider brother came from a fine house: Fancher Furniture. And they were waiting for me at the thrift shop! I was giddy with visions.
I took their tags over to the counter and paid. These boys were mine! Perfect specimens for remaking! Scratched and dinged, bland coloring, fine bones. I would take their soulless bodies and make them sing! Well, one of them, anyway. The other one is still waiting for his makeover.
Here is the tall one. He has such striking brass hardware all polished up that I needed to paint him a color that would highlight those handles. I named him Midnight Diamond Tall Dresser, and he is really fantastic in person. You should meet him!