I understand that many women are not good at spatial relations, that is, understanding how objects fit in and move through space. I offer myself as a case study:
Two days ago I made plans to pick up a large hutch that the owner told me was in two pieces, the larger of which was 5’3″ x 4’11″ x 18″ deep. She didn’t think it would fit in my Suburban. “Of course it will,” I thought blithely.
But I was wrong.
So yesterday, upon returning without the hutch from her home, I ordered a rental truck from Home Depot. “I’ve got a 16-footer for you, mam,” replied the nice young man on the phone. “Oh, no. I just need a cargo van; I don’t want a box truck!”
Later that day, we made our second trip to pick up the hutch. It took engineering and muscle power that, honestly, neither the homeowner, my daughter, nor I had just to get the thing out of the house and to the back of the waiting van. With my dear daughter on one end, the very kind furniture-owner on the other, and me at the end, we realized that, in fact, I needed a box truck.
So, back to Home Depot we went. I would like to publicly acknowledge my gratitude to the young man who helped us. He was very efficient, and didn’t once say, “I told you so.”
On our third attempt to retrieve this hulking, impossibly heavy piece of furniture from it’s former residence, we finally succeeded. Plus, into that great big truck went an oak chest, a drop-leaf pedestal table, 3 wicker chairs, a desk, a vase and a can of paint.
Next time I’ll start with the box truck.
Here are some photos of what’s at Chartreuse & co right now (including the infamous hutch).
Thanks for reading,
Virginia
