The Desker
So, I really need a writing desk. And if you write, you probably know what I’m saying here…the desk matters. But I’m broke. So I bought a $29 desk at the Liberty Department Store (the creepiest place in the world – I love it). And the desk was fine. Honestly, it was satisfactory.
Then I was walking down the street and saw another desk, and I was looking at it, because satisfactory is just, well, satisfactory…but it was huge and kind of damaged. And then there is the whole bedbug thing…if you live in NYC, you live in constant fear of those suckers. So I was about to go home to my satisfactory desk, when this gorgeous chick walks up to me out of nowhere…right down the dark Brooklyn street with bright blond hair and a bouquet of flowers…
this is the magic desk lady - turns out, she's a pretty amazing artist too www.ameliasaul.net
…and she says “You need a desk? I have one. I love it so much, but I don’t have room. I need to give it away.” And the next thing you know… I have THIS gorgeous, perfect, fated…and I think maybe even magic…desk!
Thank you for the desker, Amelia!
of course, in the end, I just end up writing on the bed anyway…but how gorgeous is my desk!
