Beware of Danish furniture

You all know the horror tales of assembling an Ikea furniture. Trust me, it’s nothing compared to sweating with a Danish pièce de résistance.

We bought a fancy chest of drawers a few weeks ago from a design and quality furniture store. The style and the colour matched our flat perfectly, and the size was correct, too.

The boxes finally arrived on Monday and I picked them up on Friday evening. Then we spent the rest of the day and early night to get the frame built. The drawers, the legs and the doors had to be postponed until Saturday.

The legs were the most difficult part. You had to use screwdriver through a hole to tighten a screw ten centimeters away. The driver was almost tall enough which resulted a lot of swearing and sweating, and some black thoughts about idiotic designers.

Talking of screws, there were of so bad quality that I was almost crying out loud. If the driver slipped a bit or was too short (hear, hear), the screw head was slowly but surely mangled into a completely mess. I had to remove one screw with pliers, as the screwdriver couldn’t get a grip anymore.

After spending total seven hours (x2, as there were two people involved), the chest was ready. It sure looks good, and double as good whenever I think of assembly.