Click on piccy to enlarge. Completely uncensored: my sitting room table - which I have only just realised actually IS a writing desk. This reflects the maxim by which I live my life: a place for everything and everything in random piles that I have to rifle though and swear at on a regular basis.
Notable items among the clutter include the fabulous shoe calendar (a Christmas present from my aunt. Open on the wrong day, natch); the button bracelet made by my lovely friend Rachael; silk poppies, a pressie from Mrs H; Tour Eiffel earrings.
My favourite item on this table is the pencil drawing of me, which was drawn by my mum last week. I love the way the big sleeves of my cardigan make me look like a Victorian lady.
The pile of random stuff including obsolete mouse and hands-free is waiting to be freecycled. Any takers?
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Time for a tidy?
ReplyDeleteDo you really have flowers scattered randomly on your desk? I call that February escapism. x
ReplyDeleteHaha, actually yes! Sadly they're not real...
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