Metal filing cabinets. These two lovely (circa 1974) beige-hued, filing cabinets are the answer to every woman’s decorating dream. Often, I envision Good Housekeeping to knock on the door and I will float to the front entry, in a Mary Tyler Moore inspired pantsuit…because my cabinets are from the same era. My hair will be coiffed just so with Aqua-Net and a flip so tight it could hold more tension and anxiety than the day my gracious husband decorated with those delicious filing cabinets.
Mind you, I am not ungrateful. Really. I have a place to store papers, old electrical cords and taxes from 1999. I imagine many women are jealous of these “two towers of organization” at my fingertips. Ah, did I mention they adorn the living room and are immediately admired by all who visit at the front door?
Yes, the FRONT DOOR!
Visitors, friends and family have the pleasure of stepping into my Grand Entry and this is their first impression. Even the UPS delivery guy does a double take. He must think we have a penchant for papers and green hanging file folders. Most people comment, and ask us if we “just moved into the neighborhood”. This is when I bow my head in embarrassment and regretfully answer… “No, we have been here for seven years.”
However, I may be ready for something new. Something more delicate, peaceful and something that won’t give me paper cuts.
I allowed the cabinets to take ownership of this space for nearly a year. Before their appearance, the room was bare. The two settings are most unsettling.
My vision for a personal space, a corner to read and relax is merely a dream. As a mother of two, I imagine a little nook…or MOM CAVE. The room has potential, with a glass slider and the view of the backyard, it could be peaceful. A chair or two...a little side table to place a drink, even pool table. I don't really care. As long as its not metal filing cabinets.
Additionally, my husband and I work together and the mere visual of filing cabinets, constantly reminds me of work. I guess this “furniture intrusion” gives new meaning to taking your work home with you. My husband says he cannot move these monstrosities in his home office, as they do not match his cherry wood, desk set and since I have no real plans for the room, the cabinets continue to reside in this space. I will not receive the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval.
I could offer them on Craig’s List. Potential takers would walk no further than my front door to see them. In fact, they could peek in the window to catch a glimpse. Then again, who needs to inspect metal filing cabinets? I am giving this piece of furniture too much credit.
I would gladly donate them to any 70’s sitcom set, as well.
One thing is for certain, they must go and I must allow myself one room in the house without work related items, kids’ school papers or the dog bed. I am ready for the change and look forward to my future (the one that doesn’t involve filing cabinets) in a living space.
1 comment:
"Mom cave!" Love it. I had to go off-site to create Linda Land, but that can be expensive. Great piece--we all can relate!
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