I've been questing after a dresser. For a damn long time. I spent an entire Saturday walking around the West 20s, poking my head in all the furniture shops. I combed flea markets. I looked at brand new stuff. I looked at old stuff. I looked in catalogs, I tried Froogle, and I scoured Craiglist.

When I was walking down Greenwich between Seventh and Sixth, on my way back from a haircut after work, I passed two furniture stores. One of them, Old Good Things, had the dresser I'd been looking for.

Tiger oak, quarter-cut, with locks and scrolled top drawers. Perfect.

And it was a few hundred yards from my house all this time.




Closer up on the grain of the tiger oak.