Now that our guest room slash office has turned into a nursery, TH no longer has a desk and has moved his computer onto the dining room table.
The man deserves a proper work station and so I’m on the hunt for a new desk for him.
Surprise! I know you read this TH so pick one. No really, pick no. one. Or five.
I like them all but those two are my favorite.
A new desk means I’ll have a bit of rearranging to do but should be able to create at least an area for him to sit at that doesn’t involve moving his stuff when it’s time to eat dinner.
And new desk means… new desk chairrrr! But that’s for another post. Maybe.