As I spend so many hours of the day writing my blog, my articles and my stories at my beautiful desk, I thought it deserved it’s own post.
My last desk was a fourteen year old relic, bought for me when I turned 8 and stubbornly told my parents I was old enough to have a desk (because my cousin had one and if she had one, I had to have one!)
That old desk produced, with many other things, a cartoon series written by me and my neighbour over many happy hours, called Happy Pets. It was a series not dissimilar to Mr. Men- except they were animals with hilarious names like Toot Toot (a parrot) and Monty (a mouse.)
That desk also got me through my GCSEs and A Levels with great success, and it kept me company in all those sleepless nights in my final year at university when I was home for the holidays, quietly tearing my hair out and trying to remember the countless theories in Paine’s ‘Right’s of Man.’ (I got a 2.1 in that particular exam, success I credit in part to that desk.)
But when I came home last summer, a fresh faced graduate, my parents decided to downgrade me into the small bedroom on the back of the house. Not only did this give me the opportunity to purge all the useless rubbish I’d collected over the years, but I was also able to decorate it exactly how I wanted it.
In the end, I went for vintage-inspired ivory furniture, with a soft, Cath Kidston-esque colour scheme.
But the pride and joy of my room is my new desk, complete with bookshelf (that only houses about 1/5th of my book collection, but never mind.)
Here it is. I hope we create beautiful things together in the future.
(And if you were wondering what’s actually on my desk, here’s a handy list of the most interesting things:)