I made a new friend this weekend:
I had set out in search of a wooden filing cabinet to handle my overflowing research and writing files, and I found Filey right inside the door of the very first furniture store I visited.
The store owner figured that Filey dates back to the 1940s or so. He’s solid as can be, and bears a charming little nameplate that says “Library Bureau-Makers.”
Filey may be the first piece of furniture I’ve ever bought entirely on my own that wasn’t made of particleboard and did not need to be assembled. I’ve already fed him Lomax and Pasta and J.R., and even a little S.V.T., and there’s room for lots more.
I love Filey.
Filey’s cousin lives up here with us :). Mine has more rounded corners on the top front, though, but nice, old oak.
I bought him way back in 1985 (and I’m not a writer, just an inveterate paper collector) in Washington, DC, in an old secondhand store that had an old Otis freight elevator. My husband-to-be was rather appalled to discover I came with a (full) vintage filing cabinet. But he’s proven his worth, and so much nicer to look at than metal.
Happy eating to Filey, and happy feeding to you!
It’s somehow appropriate that your manuscripts are in the care of an old-fashioned file cabinet. Here’s to more pages for Filey!
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