I often wonder when I see these old pine chests of drawers in second hand shops. I wonder about their past and their future.
They were obviously once desirable items purchased new by someone many moons ago. Perhaps they were bedside cabinets stuffed full with books, reading glasses, makeup bags, boxes of tissues and cotton wool balls. Or perhaps they were filled with socks and boxer shorts. Maybe they led an exotic and risqué life stuffed full with lacy nether garments and sexy lingerie....... perhaps even the odd whip and set of handcuffs. Oh the sights they will have seen and the tales they could tell.
But now sadly, they have been usurped by a newer trendier piece of furniture and been cast aside. Consigned to the ignominy of the junk shop where they languish in the uncertain hope that someone might overlook their tired, shabby, unfashionable appearance and find a new home and a new use for then.
Perhaps they may find themselves in someone's shed as a man drawer full of odd screws, nuts and bolts and bits of twine. I'm sure that in their darker moments, thoughts of being broken up and used as firewood occasionally cross their troubled woody minds. I also think that some of them may even dream about being painted and stencilled and converted into a highly desirable piece of shabby-chic, where they will be once again given pride of place and their scanty panty storage days will come all over again.
But they are beautiful, it seems so sad to think of them not being loved any more! I love the colours and shine of the wood, all subtly different. I enjoyed your photo and your musings there, Billy!
I'm a sucker for old, used furniture and have now been banned from venturing into any shop that sells them. I love taking a piece home and reconstructing its history (in my imagination). Love this shot.