If you’re a Facebook buddy, then you know the angst that has been my own workspace. I’ve spent the past two years blogging from a wee ladder desk & about a month ago, as I was balancing my journal, planner, tea, Mac, & iPod, Nate said, “Babe, I think we need to get you a new desk.” Sweet man!
& then I realized…I don’t have any place in the house that is “mine.” We really did decorate the house together – I don’t put up anything without his approval. & Nate has the garage. He has his huge workbench with tools & the backyard for his putting green & golf net. It’s not a pissing contest over who has more space…but I’d just like a little place where I can hang my sorority membership certificate, a few favorite pictures, jot down inspiration, etc.

So a few weeks ago, I dragged a few buddies to Ikea to pop my Swedish furniture cherry & perused all of their desks, but ended up purchasing two bookcase cubes & a top that we screwed on. Toss in a few accessories & I have my own space. I adore it.
& now when you’re feeling all creepy, you know exactly what I’m sitting at when I’m writing







