Just breathe Dad...just be prepared that's all I'm saying.
Do you see this desk? This is our computer desk. Our million pound roll top desk... that was designed for paper and not computers. But luckily the laptop fits and it's great for hiding messes when the Mother in Law decides to make a drop-in visit. "Quick! Roll the desk down!!!"
Yes, this classic oak desk from the lovely 80's belonged to my mom and dad. Mom gave it to me when Chay and I moved into our home. I remember pretending to play "office" and "bank" on it when I was little girl. I even pretended there was a drive-up window in the wall next to where the desk stood.
My mom would pay her bills on this desk and she had one of those big calculators with a receipt paper roll attached to the top. The calculator would turn and print out your itemized numbers and calculations. I can still hear the sound of the paper rolling and the numbers printing. ch ch ch ch ch ch
oh my gosh, I just found the exact calculator on google images!!! Oh the memories.
So anyway- back to the desk. The big desk.
thank you Dad. It's serving its purpose perfectly-
but um well...as much as you and I like the desk, the color had to go. Dad, just breathe. I know I am blatantly disobeying you. You clearly told me NOT to paint over the beautiful oak...but if I may add, you can't really give something to someone and then tell them what they can and can't do with it, right? The desk is technically mine. In facts it's all mine- no need for "technically".
I don't think I have changed much Dad.
Oh dear. I feel so rebellious. But for the record, I know Mom would absolutely LOVE the desk transformation. She has already given me the heavenly thumbs up.
Sorry about the angle- my kitchen counter is in the way.
I love it!!!! It's a little more turquoise than the picture- so fun. Love it.
I love the new hardware but I'm having knob issues and have made several trips to Hobby Lobby- too big, too small- but for now I'm just going to surrender to that problem and just love the desk until I find the perfect knobs.
So Dad, do you approve? Or am I grounded?