Many years ago, we inherited a huge gothic arts and crafts dark wood dressing table from my grandmother with a triptych of heavy mirrors mounted on crenellated towers sporting turned spires and little drawers.
Looking at it closely it was made not by a master craftsman, but more of a spirited amateur but it suited my spouse’s goth heart, the bedrooms iron candle style chandelier, wall manacles and metal bed so it stayed.
The years however had begun to show, cracks, chips and scuffs, broken handles, gaps in some of the drawers, all these things had eroded its appeal, I suggested we upcycled it, so I dismantled it rubbed it down, painted it satin black and put new silver handles and knobs on it and carried it all back upstairs.
Here’s the thing, none of the drawers fitted. I know what you are thinking you judgmental bastards but the carcass ‘s where the drawers go were sound and I didn’t touch them and only three of the drawers needed work, but now none of them fitted, not tight with paint, they don’t go in the holes.
This revelation coincided with me asking where the fittings I had taken off, including mirror hinges with butterfly tightening screws the like of which I had never seen, that I had put on the marble hearth, were. To be told they had been tidied, my loved one’s euphemism for thrown away where we both go through a pointless ritualised search both knowing her borderline OCD has overridden sense and she’s lobbed them in the bin, which had been collected that morning.
For sanity’s sake I made a cup of tea and sat in the garden to ponder things, not my crazy partners thought process, this I know to be beyond me, but the non-fitting drawers.
There is only one feasible reason I can come up with.
Sometime betwixt the dismantling and attempted reconstruction, the universe had transitioned from expansion to contraction, and this has been only partially grasped at this early stage by its constituents, the drawers and carcass now being in different phase states.
Hopefully in the time it will take me to find replacement mirror hinges, possibly ones of a type that have not been made for over 100yrs, they will synchronise and I won’t have to set about them with my plane, time, which is probably now in reverse, will tell.