desks & back thanksgiving

Here in my cave aka bedroom, I live most of my life. I homework, edit, read, and repeat. All sitting on the floor. Hunched over. Head in palm to give my neck a break. Or laying on my back, eventually falling asleep while books drop on my face. Or feet flat on the ground, legs bent, behind on the ankles. Dig?

Well I've been dreaming of the perfect desk. A black, real wood kind of desk. A small, lady kind of desk. Maybe old, possibly nicked up kind of desk. Because old is in riiiiiight?

Yesterday, I dragged my pitiable beau to a consignment shop and there it stood, in all of its small-black-old-ladyish-kind-of-desk glory. I likened it to approaching a dewey morning hill with bright mist everywhere, golden sun beaming, fresh air in your lungs kind of feeling. And on top of that dewey hill was this desk. Not at ALL exaggerating.

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And as if anyone even remotely cares, here she is.

My back says thanks.



It was only $60 and it included a chair with an awful checkerboard b&w seat cover that will be replaced.

That's my computer screen. And that's a wedding I'm working on. Which I CANNNOOOTTTT wait to post.


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