I had an HGTV experience today. Salvaged a desk from the trash in a nearby alley - it was painted dogshit brown, had chunks of dried glue spilling out of the corners, very scratched. But all the same, it was good, solid hardwood, with an adorable craftsman-style bookcase built in on one side. I called my two mean friends - my cleaning co-op buddies - and we stripped, sanded and stabilized it (in 90 degree heat, mind you). Then we stained it mahogany, and it is currently drying under a fan in my kitchen.
I absolutely love it. It is perfect for the sun room off the living room. Okay, so it's not a "room of my own," but it is my own, my rescued, lovingly restored desk, and a fitting new home for my poetry books.
Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
Much Ado About Nothing
Don Pedro
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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