Months ago, the boy asked me what I wanted for my birthday.
I said I wanted a new desk chair, because I’m boring. Also, because I spend a large amount of time sitting in it, and the one I had lacked any real back support.
Somehow that turned into maybe also getting a new desk. So we had a planned before-birthday excursion to IKEA to spin around in chairs and see if any of their desks would fit the studio.
And the day before said excursion, my iMac decided to be cranky to the point of being worrisome, especially considering it’s my primary writing computer and no longer covered by AppleCare.
So, even though my birthday is not until Thursday, I have a brand new home office.
Apologies for the glare. This was, I believe, my dad’s desk from high school, painted over several times.
We actually found an IKEA desk that fit perfectly, including a shelf that runs along the back of the drawers that collects all the cords and protects them from cord-gnawing kittens. My new chair is fabulous, and I cannot even tell you how shiny & wonderful the new iMac is, it’s amazing what only a few years difference in technology makes. I keep scrolling on any screen that will scroll just because the mouse has touch-screen-esque scrolling.
So happy happy early birthday to me, especially since I’m going to be glued to this spot for the foreseeable future.
We moved the old desk out into the hall for now. It has been claimed already.