For the past few weeks, I have been writing at my dining room table which has led me to ponder my decision to buy an antique tables and chairs. I love my table, a 1920s mahogany beauty. The chairs not so much. They cut off my circulation after 30 minutes of sitting and my feet fall asleep.
It’s my own fault. I have a desk upstairs in the bedroom my husband converted into a walk in closet for my boot collection. (I might share Anne’s obsession slightly). I cannot walk in that room. As my days have grown busier with writing and work, that room has become a holding room for laundry baskets, magazines and everything else.
This weekend my husband and I started our search for new dining room chairs. Instead I fell in love with an office chair. It was birch and so comfortable. I also liked the matching desk and decided maybe it is time to turn the extra bedroom, used once a month, into s full functioning office.
So on Thursday I getting a desk, bookcase and storage cabinet. And, of course the chair. I will finally have a room of my own. Hopefully it will make me more productive and able to write quickly.
Do you have a room in your house? Do you cherish this space? How do you balance all the demands placed on you?