Teak furniture is a work of art and fills my house like an old forest of trees gathering for comfort. Many years ago we purchased a wall unit from this store. Always costumers are treated well like in a Lexus Dealership. However in the course of those many moons ago, the wall unit became chipped, warped and misaligned, like a pre teen's smile from overcrowded teeth, from multiple moves and the stress of wear and tear. It also became an antique, not fitting in with the new pieces we replaced over the years. The once loved wall unit became the object of marital conflict, and took up too much room with a growing family, so it needed to be sent away, like an unwanted pet, who bit someone without reservation. The wood unit hid in shame as it sagged against the wall, weakened with too many heavy books, blocking people from moving around the house. So after much deliberation, it was decided to be sold, and an advertisement was issued to release it from bondage in our home. The problem was the only people who were interested in it wanted to re-purpose it, cutting it down to a different structure, like an ice statue that starts off as a chunk of solid mass, and becomes something else, leaving most of it as firewood. So the only choice left was to publicize the wall unit as a forlorn family pet, one who had dutifully served its master many years, but now needed to find a new home because its family had outgrown it. Several answers to the newspaper ad came through dumbfounded as they responded with hesitation, as to why we would part with such a beautiful piece of furniture. One woman even suggested a ridiculous amount of money should be asked to compensate its worth. The result was to post an ad over Craigslist, for free, to remove this monstrosity that was taking up too much space in our lives. The problem with Craigslist is that it comes with seriously frightening stories of the criminal element eliciting business requests.
To make a long story short, the man who answered my ad arrived alone to pick it up with fear in his eyes, like I was one of those nefarious females who traps men like a black widow spider. He was trembling when I opened the front door, and kept an eye on me over his shoulder, as he entered my home. Now Alfred Hitchcock and I do share a birthday, but I am in no way scary or dangerous. I was rejoicing in getting rid of this wood unit, and its new owner only saw beauty, overlooking the furniture's faults. A match made in heaven for sure. A neighbor was brought in to lift the unit to his truck. And again I received the creepy stare. Why would I give away an antique, leave my front door open, stand outside so as not to frighten this poor soul? My guess is that some people only bond with inanimate objects, and refuse to see the good in people for fear of rejection, just like my wall unit. As my wall unit projected rejection, its new owner understood these feelings. It was kismet in its highest form. So if you ever feel the sentimental pull of an old piece of furniture, let it go to find its higher purpose, and reclaim your new space with joy. read more