Here are three drawers, all part of a matched set complimenting a baby's attractive changing table. I suggest they are all white, but alas, we all know white is rarely just "white." It's a secret blend of reds, or blues, or yellows.As a Re-finisher I have not so secretly wondered if the formula for "White" has been (but other colors often suffer the same manipulation) concocted to make life more fun for me and others, like me, who just want to serve customers successfully. (I've learned to place such emotionally muscular exercises in the category of character development.)
The story behind this: The changing table enclosing these drawers was newly purchased and happily on its way home when, "Oopsie daisies," they spilled out and onto the ground. The smallest one took the worst of the insult. It landed smack on its decorative corner crushing it quite severely. No it was not a pretty site. The others sustained comparatively superficial damages with scrapes and chips here and there. And that's where the issue of "white" comes into the story.
Matching colors is always something of an adventure--and it's always doable. This "white" was no exception. So wow, look at them now! (OK, the picture isn't the best and really doesn't do the situation justice.) The picture does offer the general idea. They will all soon be reunited with the dresser and everyone, including the much anticipated baby, will be beneficiaries; a little story albeit a contributing preface in an obviously longer and more novel adventure....serendipitously interrupted in the tradition of "Wood Talkin."
