As the saying goes, “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” But fear of Scabies and MRSA infections has typically kept us away from second-hand anything until we stumbled into Dulce, a little consignment store deep in the heart of the gayborhood.
We definitely got the employees’ attention walking through the door in a Hazmat suit with two cans of Lysol on our hips like a wild-west gunslinger.
Okay, so maybe it was a touch over-dramatic and, as we soon realized, unnecessary. Unlike our visions of cootie-filled couches and chairs with stains of an unknown origin, the stuff at Dulce was clean, contemporary and CUTE.
The experience turned out to be an even more exciting adventure than just regular furniture shopping, too. There was something about rooting through other people’s stuff that felt somehow naughty – like the euphoria of rummaging through your neighbor’s house when they ask you to bring in the mail while they are out of town.
Dulce’s walls are lined with original artwork and the ceiling sparkles with chandeliers that range in taste from something Liberace might have used in his powder room to a chrome starburst courtesy of The Jetsons.
The same goes for the furniture; some pieces are showroom ready with a price to match and others need a little more TLC. But just like our mama always said about our portly fag hag prom dates, “they’ve got great bone structure.”
Plus with enough bleach and elbow grease, we could make even a velour beanbag sparkle like the top of the Chrysler building.
Dulce Interior Consignment Showplace
2914 Oak Lawn Avenue, Dallas