This is my lovely writing desk:
My father made it from black walnut. I wish you could come over and feel how silky-smooth the wood is:
It’s the perfect desk for working at a novel or writing letters.
My accompanying saints:
Reference books. The rest of our library is upstairs or in storage.
Notebooks. I handwrite quite a bit. The gray box is filled with French flashcards.
All in all, it’s a beautiful little spot to write. I have only one “issue”:
It’s in the living room, where curious little boys roam. Honestly, I’m not complaining. I’m grateful to have a spot to call my own, and there’s nothing to be done about it now. When we move to Michigan in a few months, we hope to find a house with a separate office.
Speaking of black walnut, my dad is currently making a black walnut pencil-post bed for my husband and me. Aren’t I spoiled or what?
Thanks for hosting, Jen!