Friday, November 25, 2011


Once upon a time I bought a beautiful house and claimed a room in it as my office. This room was not large, and the dumb old antique glass doorknobs always fell off when I slammed the door shut and yelled, "Be quiet! I'M WORKING!!!" Sometimes they fell off on the outside, which meant eventually someone had to come and let me out. This still happens in the master bath, and so, if you haven't seen me in a while, please check there first.

But it was my room. OK, so I shared it with the ironing board (taunting me always) , a guest sofa, several friendly guitars, and enough amplifiers to recreate the Who's WALL OF SOUND. Yet, when I said the words, "I'll be in the office," I wasn't referring to a blanket fort under the dining room table. You didn't have to follow the extension cord until it ended at me, sitting on the floor in the stair landing, typing furiously. It was a room with a door, and it was mine. Occasionally my family was even kind enough to leave a pen or half-chewed pencil there for me to use.

Fast forward a few phases of child development, and it became necessary to give our sons their own rooms. Among other things, the top bunk was being used to investigate certain laws of physics. Growing up in a house full of girls, it had never occurred to me to see if I could pee on ANYONE'S head from the top bunk. There is simply no way to prepare for certain things about parenting.

There followed a whole year where my "office" was an old desk three feet from the blissful marriage bed, from which my husband would lovingly glare at me, turn over, sigh loudly, and bury his head in three pillows. I felt great about it. I was also able to conserve nearly all my calories, since my commute for the day was: roll out of bed onto rolling chair, push self off wall over to desk. Never had gaining weight been so easy, so automatic!

I decided to rejoin the living by sharing the family computer upstairs. Commence six months of wondering, was it just me or did everyone in my family chew food/breathe so loud that I could not focus on what I was doing? (It was me)

This is my long, I'm-sick-in-bed-so-I'm-going-to-tell-you-my-life-story, way of saying we are turning the garage into an office and I painted an old campaign desk Kelly green. Behr's "Mint Sprig" green to be exact. The rug and the chair look a little awful with it, but nothing says "These would be perfect for mom" like random things dug out of the basement. I selfish materialism knows no bounds.

SO, come visit me in the new office. We can hold important meetings and try and ignore that the garage door was just sprayed by a skunk. I hope you like centipedes and mice as much as I do! Of course, if you don't find me there, it's possible that another family need has forced a relocation of my office. Look for an extension cord. Follow it. There are a few spots we haven't yet tried as my office. There's a crotch in the tree out back I may be able to use...


  1. I love this! I have recently reclaimed my office from my son and moved him in with my daughter, and it is now my favorite (and the most "done") room in the house. Even if I most often still work on my bed or on the couch, I love knowing it's there :)

  2. Actually, I'm getting warmer to the desk-rug-chair combo as I scroll through your hilarious post. In CA, you can at least use your garage as office without risking frostbite. And, aren't the laptop and wireless connectivity wonderful inventions?

  3. I think the greasy concrete floors and power tools on the bookshelf are a nice touch....
    Erin-ooh, power move! I like it.
    Anon-frostbite, no. Bug bite, yes. I just killed a giant thing I'd prefer not to discuss...

  4. You kill me. Write a book, already! I'll preorder it right now......

  5. Anonymous, can I have an advance on that??

  6. So cute! I loooove the desk. Although i recommend a cozy little space heater. trust me, I once had half a garage for...are you ready for this? A bedroom. Lots of rugs to cover the concrete and lots of space heaters.(and a high electric bill)

  7. you are effing hilarious! also, peeing on someone's head?! boys do this?!

  8. Orange Frame Photog-Thanks! Also for commiserating on the "half a garage" issue. Really? Your bedroom??
    Julia-ask Dusty? And, just fyi, that's not the worst of it!

  9. are you telling me to ask dusty to pee on my head?! or if he's done it? i'm 99.9% sure he's done that to a friend and probably has photographic evidence of it... and it probably occurred in 2011.

  10. Julia, how much wine have you had girl?? Looks like you have your next blog post....Dusty won't mind right?

  11. I love your mint green campaign desk! I featured it on my blog post detailing my own campaign desk transformation. It was the perfect inspiration! I was torn between painting it blue and green but eventually landed on a grayish blue. I love the look of these desks!


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