I have an office!

In our last house, there was no office space for me. I had a desk set up in the closet, but I used it to pile things on. I never sat there. It didn't inspire me.

When we were looking at our home, I marked out a small, oddly shaped, windowless room in the basement as my office. Although practicality took over (we needed storage space). And I was again without an office space.

And as I sat in my favourite room, the sitting room, I realized... could I put a desk in... here? Where the old porch was (that was enclosed into the house) there used to be a piano. That was now in the basement. Could I put a desk there?

It would need to be the right desk. That is where we entertain. And I would need to keep it clean. And keep computers/technology out of sight (it's in front of our front window). But this could work?

Last week I ordered a desk online, after spending months and months looking for a vintage desk. It's set up, it's the prefect fit. It suits the room. And I HAVE AN OFFICE.

And it inspires me. I have music, a candle burning. I can look out the front window. Lexi, the dog, and I sit and watch the world pass by.


Yes another way this house is perfections for us.