confessions of a blogging dresser

welcome(with drawers wide open).....to the expressed pages of a conscious dresser......surprised.... well....i'm not that you are.....anyway.Technically i'm display no.439k in the IKEA catalogue...but it sucks to be christened by a bunch of guys who call themselves IKEA (what the hell is an IKEA?)...So.....during other times......when romance is the word.....i like to call myself "ned".Why?...no reason.....And romance for a dresser??....no reason again.....My physical appearances....solid rosewood.....a thomas chippendale design.....Old fashioned you say?.....i say classy.....the romantic i am......I've been with the ikea guys for a year now.....but in my defence.....men of taste are a rare species.....The "home furnishings" apartment(department and aisle are terms for the unconscious lot) ever since i was brought in.....Placed right opposite the sofa section.People walk in all the time.....sitting on sofas......testing how hard...soft....smooth...."bouncy"....so on and so forth.....the sofas are.Staring at me by default.....almost as if asking my opinion on how they picture on the sofas.....and then there was another day....the same routine(sofa...testing....stare....opinion)......but there was something different....a glimmer in the eye.....glint of interest....it was due(overdue may be a term too strong according to the ikea sales expectancy tabulation).....call it fate...destiny....karma.....we dressers are mostly athiests.....i'd call it redemption