Desk at Dusk

Last night, Tom and I went out for our weekly restaurant dining experience. Across from our restaurant of choice is a little craft and antique mall I haven't visited lately, and after dinner, at about 7:00 when the sky was fading, we went in to look around.

I asked Tom to keep his eyes open for furniture and mirrors. Well, we didn't find any mirrors, but as we were rummaging through the back of the store, I heard him say "Do you want this desk?" I followed his voice to see him gesturing to a beautiful antique ladies' writing desk. It was on sale from $150 to $100, and I loved it immediately. I have no idea how old it is, or what type of wood, but we bought it that night, came back and got it this morning, and it is now sitting in the Dreaming Room! (the current name for the spare room upstairs)

The two side openings are the perfect size to push my tubes of acrylic paint back in there. The front desk portion can be dragged forward for a larger writing/art surface.
Still to do in here: A lot! Paint the walls (likely a robin's egg blue), put up a canopy of fabrics above the bed, get a floor rug, put more art on the walls, etc.

Yeats will also finally have his day in this room, since I plan to write a favorite quote of his on the walls or in an artwork for the walls.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Dreaming Room as of today:
The desk all closed up.
I also found this lovely metal dish at the store. In the room colors, for $3.
These glasses (the dark lines are gold, hard to tell in the light) were $1 a piece. I couldn't resist.