Wardrobe drama of a different kind
I don't know whether I want to scream or cry.
I've been looking for vintage wardrobes for ages. There are three things I've had to take in to consideration - 1) price 2) size 3) loveliness. I don't have a huge budget for it, we live in a terrace, so size is very important due to stairs and room space and I don't want to settle for any old wardrobe, I want something that makes me swoon. Those three important factors have proved a very tricky combination.
But recently I found something that ticked all those boxes. ALL the boxes. If saying I want a wardrobe to make me swoon sounds fanciful, dramatic or maybe a bit weird, let me explain that I'm not a girl who dreams about being a princess or lusts after expensive handbags and shoes. I aspire to rehome interesting things. That's what makes me happy albeit a vintage dress, an old picture, china or furniture etc.
So after falling in love with a 1950's wardrobe in a charity shop, I asked the shop lady if she would hold it for me as I needed to check the measurements. This she did and the next day we went back with tape measure in hand and checked the dimensions of the wardrobe against the measurements we had carefully noted down. It would fit. Hoorah, I was so chuffed. We weren't sure when we would be in for delivery so the lady said I could buy the wardrobe and they would just keep it for me for as long as they needed to. I paid my money and arranged to go back and pay/arrange for delivery later this month.
I was tickled pink that I'd finally found such a beautiful wardrobe. I've been visualising this wardrobe in our room. I'd even started writing about it. It wasn't just any ordinary wardrobe, the handles were really detailed and like nothing I'd seen before and the shelves inside were labeled 'shirts' etc, it was really beautiful with interesting details. In preparation for the new one coming, I emptied the existing wardrobe, we dismantled it so we would get it down the stairs. The Boy then put it back together again in the downstairs hall and I gave it a clean. I'd told the charity shop I would donate the wardrobe that my lovely new 1950's one would replace.
I'm sure you have worked out this story does not have a happy ending..........I tried to arrange delivery only to be told that they didn't know what wardrobe I was talking about. They asked if I could I see it on the shop floor as it wasn't out the back......... No I could not see it on the shop floor. I then receive an apology before being advised that they must have ''accidentally sold it to someone else'' ........despite it having 'sold' on it, they sold MY wardrobe all bought and paid for to someone else!!!!!!!!
I had to take a big breath before I dare speak! I know it wasn't intentional. (Actually - I don't know that, as I wasn't there when it was sold to person number 2, so I'm giving them the benefit of the doubt here) I was so annoyed and upset!!! If this had been a high street or department store I would have complained a lot more, how much can you complain in a charity shop? What would you have done? An apology and a refund is all I have now. That and a pile of clothes and shoes and a wardrobe by my front door! *sob*
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