I've got a 1940s one that was being thrown out in a house clearance.
After a week in the garden with copious quantities of bug treatments in every joint and twiddly bit (my only vice - I will not countenance any risk of roaches or bedbugs), it came upstairs.
DP uses the lower drawers for his clothes, well the ones that aren't cluttering up my wardrobe, anyhow. I use the top ones for scarves, socks, tights, jewellery and hair stuff. The top has pretty bottles and makeup on, along with my hairdryer.
It is going nowhere. The Malm chest of drawers would leave the house and I'd have stuff in binbags before my dressing table goes - I always wanted one since I used to sit at my grandmother's.
Hers was from the 1920s, solid Rosewood, had a triple mirror, gleamed with beeswax and decorated with crystal trinket holders, Lalique perfume bottles, ivory and silver brushes and was beside the window where my Granddad grew Sweet Peas, Honeysuckle and Forget Me Nots just for her, so she could see and smell them through the handmade lace curtain every morning. She'd let me sit at it and wear all her lovely hats (her family had been high end milliners), wrap silken scarves and shawls round me, puff her face powder on my face, use her lipstick and spritz myself with rosewater and floral Eau de Toilette she somehow managed to get mailed from a friend she had met at their Belgian boarding school during WWI.
My mother was very much against such fripperies and disapproved of my being entertained in this way. But I loved them.
So my dressing table stays - at least until I'm wealthy enough to have one with a triple mirror instead.