Working from home is a little weird. I can go days at a time without having to leave the house. I was afraid at first that I might start to feel a little stir crazy.
That I might get a bit of cabin fever.
As you can see, it's really not so bad.
I really love my roomy, light-filled space.
I love the worn wood of the roll-top desk that used to belong to Keith's great-uncle. And then to Keith. And that has now been taken over by me. It has so many drawers and nooks and cubbies.
Technically it is still Keith's. But I'm the lucky duck that gets to occupy eight hours a day now. I've taken to tucking old china teacups into it and filling them with various office supplies. Paper clips, post it notes, thumb tacks.
Jadeite vessels hold highlighters, markers, note cards. Old sugar bowls and flower pots and other ephemera cozy up on bookshelves.
Most of these belonged to my grandmother or my great-grandmother. I've scooped them up at yard sales, rescuing them, using them again, and again in a variety of ways and places.
The squat little dresser has been given new knobs. I think it makes her look a little cheeky.
This chandelier has seen several iterations before I finally landed on weathered white and teacups. I think she suits my little "granny-chic" space.
Craft projects wait for a free hour or two to arrive. This one is going to be a baby gift for a sweet friend.
The antique oak filing cabinet came out of my grandfather's office. And then worked for my dad for a little while. And now belongs to me.
The rest of the sun-room is a little bit of a catch-all.
This little white cabinet became Keith's by default after someone who had inherited it from someones else ended up leaving it in Keith's house. We distressed it, gave it new knobs, and used it in our kitchen in Waco. And now it's my craft and party planning storage.
This little white table is where we have breakfast and coffee every morning. It's also where Keith works when he's not in his on-campus office.
The armoire is gigantic and heavy. It belonged to cousins in Houston who generously handed it down to us when they built a new house in Austin. We borrowed a truck and drove down from Waco to pick it up. It takes a lot of creativity to move this thing.
Then it rode in the moving truck from Waco to Murfreesboro, where it almost defeated Keith and his dad. They manuevered it into this position in the sun-room and said it would have to stay there for good. Luckily it makes a great little second closet for me.
It houses all my favorite pairs of boots. Some t-shirts. Some scarves. Extra bags.
And makes a little hidden spot to stash purses next to it.
The church bells are tolling out "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God," which means it's already half past twelve and I've spent half my lunch hour writing this post. I suppose it's time to go fix a sandwich and get back to the day at hand.
Thanks for joining me!