Monday, May 17, 2010

My Desk



My computer sits on an old walnut desk that was made somewhere in the American Northeast before the Civil War. It still has its original turned pulls and simple keyhole covers and sits on brass casters with little wooden wheels that are almost flat on one side. The finish is the original and all the little nicks and scratches from over the years have added to its character. The corners of the desk top are rounded now instead of pointed. Being brushed up against so many times over the years has softened the edges. No telling who may have sat here before me, writing letters, making plans, looking ahead...

4 comments:

steven said...

can you imagine their thoughts if they were to know you, your world?! steven

Eryl Shields said...

It looks lovely and warm and lived with. I love the juxtaposition of old and new, it feels so comforting and honest.

Carlton湘嬌 said...

天下沒有走不通的路,沒有克服不了的困難,沒有打不敗的敵人。.............................................

Rachel Fenton said...

Your floor is equally as amazing! Beeeeautiful!

I adore old furniture with its own other lives and secrets in each and every scratch. To have been loved enough to have lasted; there's hope for people yet!