In an exstended essay, A Room of One's Own (1926), Virginia Woolf wrote, "a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is going to write."
I will go one step further I will say she needs a desk of her own. While working on Saturday's A-1 centerpiece on Yard Sales I saw this desk and fell in love. I swooned like an old Victorian woman, I knew it would be perfect for me. But alas it was out of my price range.
I decided to chance it anyway. Isn't anything worthwhile, worth a risk? I offered $100 and apologized that it was all I could afford. The woman holding the yard sale said she would talk to her mother-in-law, who was selling the desk.
Three days later I got my answer, yes. I was so excited. I can't wait to get organized. I'm tired of blogging from the couch, tired of my to-do piles spread throughout the house. Now, I have a chance get my life in order.
I plan on spending hours blogging from this desk, hours writing down my personal thoughts, and reaching out to the people I love.
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