Work Space Re-Work

My writing space is generally a disaster and also generally extremely transient. I have an adorable little desk which I picked up at Salvo oh so long ago and began to refinish and then never finished the refinish. It sits in my eat-in kitchen area which opens to our family room, so basically it’s in one big noisy space. I also have my computer speakers and karaoke machine there, so it’s even noisier, particularly when I’m gettin’ my Cher on.

I’ve got a bad back, though, and frequently take my mini onto the carpet (Take your toys back to the carpet!) and lie on my stomach to work. Or I go to the library, or over to the grown-up living room, or my bedroom, or to this covered bridge down the road.

Seriously, here’s my mini on the bridge:

Okay, so that was a little rough on the elbows.

Maybe even Starbucks. Anyway, no matter how mobile my writing becomes, this had been my hub for a while:

Egads, that’s embarrassing.

And this had been our most used table for years now (not the dining room table–that’s for sewing projects and daylily hybridizing stuff). This bad boy I picked up from the side of the road on garbage day in Boston (oh, how I miss garbage day in Boston–the pickings were phenomenal):

Actually pretty organized for this table top.

My dad had kindly refinished this beat-up table and chair set and then we massacred it. Never mind the mismatched chairs, those were from an even older set. So, obvious questions aside (How can you live in such squalor? Where’s your pride? Where can I get a bumper sticker that says My Favorite Author is a Garbage Picker? Mind, if you find one, I’ll need a few to cover the duct tape that holds up the back of my car ever since that tussle I had with a snow bank a few years ago. Who needs a body shop when you’re a DIYer like me?), you want to know how I reworked this nightmare, right?

Of course you do.

Picture me waving a magic wand.

Insert the choir of angels ahhhhing.

Ahhhhh.

Granted, it probably still looks like a shit storm to some neat freaks, but I ain’t one of those. To me, this looks like heaven on the rocks.

Ahhhhhh.

Until the kids start crafting on my new table.

Okay, enough of this Martha Stewart shit. I need to get some writing done. 😛 Tune in next time when I post pictures of my bathrooms. No. Not really.

-Kimber