I gave up on the idea of swiveling back and forth between the two desks, admitting to myself that the area rug bunching up under the casters of my chair wasn't the most pleasant thing, and brought my second chair out of the closet. Now that the majority of my things are stowed in the flat files there (not that there isn't a lot more sorting that needs to be done), I am not perched there for hours at a time trying to make sense of it all. So here it is, in one corner of my little room, waiting for me to finish up a findings order in front of a stack of catalogs...
Below is the sweetest little bust. She's nothing but spelter, and well worn at that, but I do love her. Her playful expression reminds me not to take myself too seriously. Next to her is a wonderful honey and jam caddy with a spoon drip that holds my pins for now. Dede and I found it the last time we were at the flea market.