While the kids were at gymnastics and George was painting the boat the other day, I came up the great idea to reclaim my desk.
This is a desk that, when we were a couple without children, used to hold court in a room encased by bright pink walls (that I painted) in the quaint 1940s house we used to own.
Since we moved to a more modern house and have had two children, that desk has served as a horizontal surface upon which to stack clean and folded laundry in Vincent’s room.
I decided to set up that old desk in the corner of our living room. I found my three-hole punch, stapler, paper weight, binder clips, reporter’s notebooks, and set them all back up in their former places.
I thought the setup was great until George returned home from the harbor. He liked the idea and agreed I needed space to pay bills and work on my writing, but he didn’t like the look of the specific desk in the space.
He offered to buy me a new desk. I did some research and chose a reasonably-priced piece of furniture called the “Manager’s Desk.” I told him once the desk was purchased, assembled, and ready for use, the “Manager” (me) would be calling him in for a performance review. Not to worry, I said. It’ll just be a review on things he’s doing well and things he needs to improve upon….lol.
Here are a couple of pics of my “old” desk. I don’t think it looks that bad!