|Before: triple dresser opposite foot of bed. Feng Shui say "NO GOOD!"|
|Before: Bureau. It was constructed to look like a "chest on chest."|
Of course, at the time I purchased this set, I had no idea what that
was or meant. Thank you, "Antiques Road Show"!
Anyway, with the passing away of the second or perhaps third generation of Hack furniturers (is that a word?), the business was closed and the real estate was sold off. Talk about circles - I now work at a law firm that represented those generations of the Hack family and now represents the descendants of that venerable family.
Back to the bedroom set. Sooooo, Hack's had a reputation in the community for good value -- meaning that you could get furniture there that wouldn't fall apart and you wouldn't pay too much for it. That was right up my alley because back then, I was maybe making -- geez, I can't even remember -- it was probably less than $10,000 gross a year. My tuition back then was around $110 a credit at UWM! Boy, those were the days!
Back to the bedroom set. So there I was, scootching around the store, looking at bedroom sets. I saw this set and I fell in love! Even after all these years, I remember how immediate the impact of that set had on my eyes and heart. It was everything I ever wanted. I loved the design, I loved the color, I loved loved loved the "antique brass" drawer pulls, I loved the curves and the carvings. It's a French provincial style, as you can readily tell from the photos, and the maker was Bassett. I believe they went bankrupt YEARS ago. Pushed out of business by cheap Chinese shit imports. On the ugly back of the furniture is stamped in black letters something like "Parisi...Cherry" which I think means "Parisian Cherry" the name and color of the set. It's part wood or that fiber-wood stuff with a veneer on it and part "plastic wood." LOL! I think I paid $299 for the double bedstead and frame, triple dresser and mirror, nightstand, and bureau.
|A blurry shot - sorry. I took this while the great bedroom teardown|
2012 was taking place. It's the ugly back of the triple dresser and mirror.
You can sorta kinda see the black spray-painted ID words/numbers for the set.
So, now I'm 60 (double EEK!) and now, only now, do I feel as if I'm finally discovering who I really really am, after all these years. So I'm still shaking my head, but now, in amazement. Why the hell did it take this long, I ask you! And no way am I going to give up that lower south side girl who bought an inexpensive bedroom set made partially out of plastic wood! Or give up the set, either.
One thing - I wish I would have bought a second nightstand. At the time, though, the budget just wouldn't allow. As it was, I "financed" the purchase; I think I was paying around 16% interest at the time, but I paid that sucker off in a year and was happy to pay the interest because it allowed me to have my very first and, as it turns out, ONLY, bedroom set! I even had investments back then that were paying like 18% a year annual return; I think a "cheap" mortgage at the time was like 14%. Oh, the things I've seen and lived through...
A year later I met a man that I almost married. He had money, a beautiful house in an exclusive part of town, a fine career, an education, and was already twice-divorced. he was 33 at the time. He had an 8-year old daughter I never met, despite dating him off and on for five years. He drove me to work in his BMW and introduced me to the "finer things in life." He called me every day just to chat and later, to tell me he loved me. He took me to the best restaurants in town. We went to plays, movies, and rode our bikes with his best bud, Jim, although I could never keep up! He loved gardening and introduced me to plants and growing things just for the love of it, not just for food! I had already a love for gardening (it's genetic, I think), and he nurtured it. He freely introduced me to his friends. He wanted to get involved in politics and was - ugh - messing around with the Republicans. Ohmygoddess, there was this fund-raiser cocktail party we attended once -- we had one of our worst fights EVER afterward because of the -- well. For the education he freely gave me, and for sharing his life so openly with me, I will always be grateful, and to this day, he holds a place in my heart. Some of these memories still hurt. Some make me smile and fall in love all over again. He introduced me to the world of cooking gourmet foods, and art, and "fine" living. I, in turn, had always loved opera and symphonic music (my dad would play it for hours on end on old 33.3 speed embossed records [before vinyl], and taught me about some of the early singers and some of the great composers) and I introduced him to that; and entertained him for hours before the fireplace as we sipped French-pressed coffee on Sunday mornings, talking about ancient history (history was one of my majors in undergrad and an enduring love). He loved cooking. I would be sprawled out in front of his fireplace, studying (for I was still in undergrad when we first met), and he would be in his finely-equipped kitchen, cooking wonderful things for the two of us. Three things stopped me from agreeing to marry him when he eventually hinted around at it and then finally, asked, after several break-ups, and make-ups: (1) His prior failures in marriage; (2) he didn't want any children (I wasn't sure if I did either at that point in my life, but I wanted to leave my options open); and, most importantly, (3) he made fun of my Hack's bedroom set, with it's plastic wood. That really, really hurt.
Oh Goddess, I can't believe I'm writing about all of this. But I am only revealing some -- not all.
|Oh nightstand! I wish I had another one of you. But I'll never be|
able to find another you...