Ever since I got my new laptop last fall, it has been residing on the dining room table and all my papers and planner and junk has been sitting around it driving me crazy. I would scoop it all up and put it away any time people came over. (No way could I let people think I had anything but a spotless house! snicker.) I wanted to make room somewhere for me, myself, and I that didn’t have baby toys, food, or electronics already in it. Well, really, I found this adorable desk set for $1! at Ross (its a brand new dayayay!) and had to create my space around it. Since the hubs works in our home office alot, there is no space for me there, and I can’t really hang in there while he is working. I don’t know why. For some reason, he doesn’t enjoy proof reading blogs and answering a million questions while trying to work. Weird. About 3 weeks ago, I woke up in the middle of the night with a bright idea of how to re-arrange the living room furniture. Mostly that involved finally moving the glider from the living room and into the nursery. That created the perfect spot for my niche. It was just big enough for a small desk and chair. I had the image perfect in my mind…now to find it.
There is a store here that only opens one weekend a month that is filled with the best shabby chic, vintage stuff you have ever seen. I saw one of their ads on craigslist and there it was.
Sitting there buried under all sorts of nick knacks, it screamed my name. Really. Computers have speakers…I’m not crazy. The store is about half an hour from me and it was opening in 1 hour. The hubs was passing this store on the way home from work that day and what do you know? Right at opening time. I gave him the directions and the rest of the conversation should be shared.
Me:(6:20pm) Are you there? They open at 6:30 and I don’t want someone to get it before you!
Hubs: Yes. Holy crap, there is a line to get in already!
Me: Really! Why aren’t you in it?? (Literally jumping up and down with excitement, wishing I was in line)
Hubs: It is all old ladies. I am the only guy here!
Me: I don’t care! That desk is mine, now please, go get it!
Hubs: Ok, doors are opening. I will look for it and call you.
Hubs: There is so much crap in this place, I can’t find anything. Good thing I came. You would be in here for days. Oh, I found it. It looks like crap and it is child size. (The hubs is 6’3″ – everything is miniature to him.) Lets go to Ashley Furniture.
Me: What? I don’t want something new! I want to redo it! Give me the measurements. They wouldn’t call it a desk if you can’t sit at it. (measurements were perfect!!)
Hubs: It is ugly, feels like it is about to fall over and it is $42.
Me: What? (again) For a falling apart desk that I am going to redo? This does not fit in the thrifty niche budget. Don’t get it.
Hubs: Are you serious? (In a yelling whisper) I just went through this for nothing?
Me: No, I love it. I need it. Ohhh. No, you don’t like it. Don’t get it.
Hubs: What do you want me to do? Everyone is looking at me and these old ladies keep asking if I need help!
Me: I don’t know. Whatever you think. (This is normal indecisive me.)
Hubs: It is not for me. You are the one who is freaking out about this thing. I think it is ugly.
Hubs: Whatever, I am getting it.
After that apparently, every old lady was saying what a sweetheart he is going there and picking it up for me. Everyone all together: Ohhhh. He is awesome. He has learned to deal with my indecisiveness very well, and I think I am actually improving thanks to him. (Don’t let this story fool you.) I am blessed!
Anyhoo, the desk is absolutely perfect in my little niche. We put it there to try it out and the hubs has actually been caught there a few times. Ha! I just got sand paper so the demo begins tomorrow. I have a 1 week goal, so we will see if I can get what is in my head to actually appear. Keep an eye out for the completed pictures!