girl at large

I picked up a new desk (or should that be A desk?) this week–and it's yummy. It's by Paul McCobb for Planner Group, if that matters to anyone. It doesn't to me–I just love that it's perty, blond and petite. Hmm, that didn't come out like I meant it.
And two cute little scruffy-mods just starting their vintage furniture business adventure hand-delivered it. Bonus.
Now I just have to save my pennies for that perfect task lamp (the Tolomeo floor model) for reading at the sofa, or should I say more accurately: working at the crochet-station. How is it that I didn't come by one of those fifteen years ago when I lived with Aunt Maria, who had them stacked up and multiplying like wire hangers in the closet?