HEADING TO HEATH: DALLAS CONSIGNMENT STORES I HAVE LOVED PART CINQ
Remember The Consignment Embassy?
After visiting consignment stores all over Dallas, it boiled down to the fact that we still loved the dining room suite we’d seen in the first store we visited, The Consignment Embassy. So Bill got on the phone and tried to negotiate with them to get a better price. He made a little headway, but not much.
On a very cold, very wet day he assigned me the task of checking one more store – one that I’d put on the list, but we hadn’t made it to. Come to find out, they were owned by the same people as The Consignment Embassy.
The videographer I work for is over in West Plano. Design by Consign is in McKinney. On a cold rainy day, Bill assigned me the job of going by Design by Consign to see if they had anything that would beat what we liked at The Consignment Embassy. Once I got there, we were supposed to pow wow.
Well, after a miserable drive I found the store and danced across the mud puddles to see what they had. What they had was more dining room suites than I’d seen any place else and they were great prices. Did I love them more than the one at The Consignment Embassy? Maybe not, but if you save me enough money, I can like a table a whole lot – as long as it’s real furniture and not the stuff they pass as furniture at most places.
Design by Consign had two that I liked a lot and two more that I wouldn’t kick out of my house – for the right price. Problem was, the pow wowing wasn’t going well. Bill in Heath, cold, wet and in the dark, as he tried to deal with some issues there. Meanwhile, my phone was running out of juice. After a testy exchange, I planned to go buy the table I wanted at The Consignment Embassy.
HOLD YOUR HORSES!
I’m not sure whether it’s good news or bad, but when I arrived, Ice Queen
was holding court did her best to ignore me. When I arrived I told her I was Bill’s wife and she made some snitty remark to that, but I was too cold to get what she was saying. I asked her if I could remove the decorative items on the table. She said yes, but just as she came over to assist me a delivery truck came up. They were obviously more important than selling me the table, so she abandoned me. Good thing. With the decor removed I saw things about the table I hadn’t noticed before.
I wanted the table, but I didn’t want it if Bill was going to kill me for buying it. Cold, wet and confused I slunk out of the store and ran home to pout a little bit. When I got there I realized Bill had been having it worse than me, so I got over it. When I shared my concerns, he agreed I’d been wise to hold off.
Bill needed to see the tables I’d found at Design by Consign, but there were also two shops on my consignment store list we hadn’t made it to. We’d resolve the dining room table dilemma soon.
The End of the Story
Bill’s plan was to go to all the other stores before going back to the Consignment Embassy. In his heart he was afraid that we wouldn’t find anything else and “our” table would be sold. He thought I was right to put off buying it if I had concerns, but he also really wanted that table. My plan was for him to see the tables at Design by Consign and then take a look at Consignment Embassy. Then if we had to, we still had a couple of more places to go and we’d reconsider the table at Consignment Heaven. We’d really liked it, but we knew that if we bought it, then we’d have to find chairs for it. Both of us just wanted the table at the Consignment Embassy, but we are timid consignment shoppers.
We went to Design by Consign. Bill saw the value of the other tables, but like me, his heart was already taken. We discussed various plans of attacks, but when I said, “If you like the table in spite of my concerns, then we don’t have to go to any other stores,” he bee-lined it to the Consignment Embassy.
Thank goodness it was the Ice Queen’s day off. At this point, we must have been famous at the shop. The decorations came off the table and the conversation began – and this time there were no delivery men. The table and chairs are beyond gorgeous, they’d just been loved a little more than we realized on our first trip. Had it been loved too much or just enough? We finally agreed to a price that made the love just enough, but not before Bill fell in and out of love with some other things in the shop.
How we took possession of the gi-normous table, eight chairs and two leaves is a whole ‘nother story. As promised I finished our consignment story tale. Come back next week for some more adventures in home building.