CJ’s study is turning into Louisette’s room, but his desk is honestly too heavy to move upstairs. We wrote “computer desk” on our Christmas list and marked it as important (so he had someplace to put his computer, which is indeed important). A few days later, my sister-in-law called – she had a desk in her garage, and would we like it? We would indeed. It turned out that she herself had picked it up from the side of the road (traditional haunt of unwanted furniture), so it was free twice over. Definitely the best kind of recycling there is. And since I’m about to give birth to a bodily-fluid factory, I’m glad it’s not new or shiny.
Here it is, before getting taken over by CJ’s stuff: