A few years ago, for my birthday, I asked Gary to find me a little desk, I initially wanted to have it on the front porch, where I liked to sit on warm mornings. He went in search of, and found, a cute, old, school desk, it was a little tall and painted mission brown, but I still loved it. He immediately cut a wee portion off the legs to make it the correct height, it was put in place, still brown, but it fitted and really didn’t look out of place, but I never really used it.
My little brown desk on the front porch…
A few months ago I decided that I wanted to move it into the kitchen, a place where I could make notes as I worked on recipes, or other kitchen jobs. We found some paint in the shed, and Gary got to work sanding it back and giving it a paint of antique white. It looks fabulous! It has a little bottle that sits snugly in the ink well hole, where I can place a single flower from the garden. It makes me smile.
