When we built the house that we are in now, I figured that the mezzanine would make a fine library/office for myself.
I was working at a bookstore at the time so I ought to have realised that we would outgrow the bookshelves fairly quickly.
I wasn't really home enough to notice.
TonyP staked out his office space and, although I have kept a studio upstairs - in one form or another - the second floor of our home has pretty much been his.
Me? I've wandered around from place to place. Sometimes, working in the dining room, where I could spread work over every available surface. Sometimes, working on the floor of my studio.
More often than not, I have nested in the family room. Not that it has been particularly comfortable and we won't even get into the lighting issues. Or the ever-present television.
I've always had this fantasy office, in my head. What it looks like changes from time to time. Lately, I've been imagining an Early American Revival fruitwood desk and bookshelves, lots of brass, classical music and a beautiful view out of a huge window.
So, imagine my surprise when I wandered upstairs to the library and began dusting and shifting things about, only to discover......I've already got one just like that!
Imagine. Under all of that crap! Who knew there was a desk under there?