|Mid-century sideboard, mine. *Note: no mirror|
A friend, who lives quite close by, was out on the trawl for treasures when she came by a mid-century/late deco wooden and mirrored dressing table, alone in the back room of the house which was being cleared. She forked out the requisite dollars (not very many) and hauled it back to her burrow, where she and a friend unloaded it into the garage.
A lick of paint, a bit of sanding, and it was looking very schmick indeed, so my friend and her mate hauled it up into the bedroom, where it faced the bed.
This is Tasmania, it was winter. My friend was complaining that she couldn't warm the house, even with the wood heater and the gas heater and the sun shining through the big windows. Like my house, it has big windows to catch the sun and it isn't a cold house. She started to have aches and pains in her knees. She started to be woken in the night by a great weight on top of her, or pressing against her, in her bed. She was alone.
My friend's young grandaughter came to change for netball, but wouldn't change in the bedroom any more.
|Chest of drawers, spare room. No mirror.|
Further research by Friend 1 showed the dressing table had been owned by a pastor, of the old fashioned brimstone type.
She decided that the dressing table should leave her possession pretty urgently. In the meantime, she wanted to move it out of the bedroom. The friend who had helped her carry it in came by to help move it. Without anything in it, they could barely lift it. They managed to drag it into the hallway, with difficulty.
It was advertised super cheap on Gumtree and Facebook, but no-one who expressed an interest turned up. After a night, the girls gathered their strength and managed to drag it out onto the front veranda, where it sat, mirror to the wall, sulking.
|Occasional table, no mirror|
It eventually sold for a pittance and was removed. It either wanted to go or the people were very strong. Or it had found out about the plan to drop it into the pit at the tip, where it would go one on one with the big bulldozer. My money was on the bulldozer.
I still can't look at furniture involving mirrors.