I came to a sobering realization a few weeks ago. If I am ever to learn the art of proper book keeping, aside from tossing papers into the large fruit basket in my dining room, I need a desk for that specific purpose. My paper work needs a place to be sorted and to live. If something has it’s own place, than I am fanatical about keeping it in that place and organizational utopia ensues…except for when the Mister can’t find whatever it is I put away, and I haven’t the faintest idea where I might have put it. Not that that ever happens.
I set off with my two little sidekicks in tow, to scour the country far and wide for a desk with a price tag as close to zero as possible. Nothing like having realistic expectations.
I quickly found that the my thrift store circuit was going to get me no where fast. Here I found a sadly sagging desk for $200…there I found an tottery antique with broken legs for $150. In what world is a rotting pile of MDF from the 80’s worth $100 may I ask you? Not mine. Fine, thrift stores, have it your way. The best of luck to you and your overly optimistic price tags.
Next I tried Craigslist. Apparently desks are not a hot commodity in these parts. I could have fared much better with kittens, but as they tend to not take to paint well, I passed.
Not to be beaten, I began plotting how I might make one using whatever materials I could get my paint stained hands on…I had a chair, several boards, a plastic trash can, and several yards of broken rubber hose at my disposal. I have a wild imagination, but not that wild I’m afraid.
Finally, a flapping sheet of white paper stapled to a street post caught my attention, making me do a u-turn on the spot. My driving skills have never been especially example worthy. Two of the cutest little old ladies you ever saw, sent me to the moon with a splendid offer of $12 for this desk. Garage sale people are just the best sort of people, wouldn’t you agree?
I had it painted (with a color of my own concoction using left overs), put back together, and perched in it it’s new spot before the day was out. It has a wood top and mettle legs, no synthetic nonsense to worry about here! Chalk one up to patient shopping (a rarity indeed for me!)…and to coffee sipping garage sale hostesses. Thank you ladies, when I become the neatest book keeper who ever lived, I’ll owe it all to you.
Maybe I’ll even put that AC cover back on the wall…now that it’s so visible and everything. The stool was a find a while ago that I recovered, and I used a spray painted shelf to add more storage on top. I stole the rug from the little girls’ room…they need a bigger one anyway. Bright colored rugs are how I blind anyone who walks in my work room so they won’t notice it’s still missing a floor. Paint splattered concrete floors are artistic. I defend them staunchly.
Floors are so overrated anyway. Who needs one when you have a glorious $12 desk to look at instead?
Mark 11:24 Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.
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