So, I have rescued a lovely old desk that was destined for firewood from my workplace. It is lovely and heavy and has the most beautiful grain - the only thing is it needs a bit of love, as you can see on the top surface. The varnish is chipping off and it has some watermarks. From what I can tell by by internet sleuth work, I need to strip it, sand it, and re-varnish it with a very similar if not the same colour varnish. Anyone an expert?
Showing posts with label workspace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label workspace. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Desk Job
Monday, December 29, 2008
Into Gear for the New Year
I like feeling prepared for each New Year. So it's about this time that I go out of my way to find things to get me organised - I find myself poring over the shelving sections of IKEA catalogues, reading the junkmail from the hardware store, and I take myself out for a day of diary shopping.

Even just browsing is exciting!
My diary is with me for 365 days of the year, and everything I do is recorded. So it goes without saying that it must be a beautiful specimen that I will enjoy every time I open it.
2008 had me with a Royal Horticultural Society week-to-a-page:
Which as I am a gardening loon was very approriate. This year, I'm thinking sleek, red, fabric cover. Possibly one from Kikki K, or a moleskine:
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Dreaming of a Big Studio
Oh, wouldn't it be nice. A lovely big room all to myself. A window letting in the sun; a big corkboard with inspiring images and fabrics; a collection of vintage containers holding my sewing notions; my Andrew Wyeth print on the wall -
- shelves full of fabrics, organised by colour; and these drawers that I am yearning to buy after spotting them in IKEA today.
If I was a little bit more buff I would have carried them home by myself. But unfortunately I am not an Olympic weightlifter.
- shelves full of fabrics, organised by colour; and these drawers that I am yearning to buy after spotting them in IKEA today.
If I was a little bit more buff I would have carried them home by myself. But unfortunately I am not an Olympic weightlifter.One day I will have a beautiful studio that cries out with my personality and is a cosy, welcoming home for my creations.
Until then I'll just keep on staring out at my trees and using my tiny flat for 101 things.
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