When I was a little girl in Gurdon Arkansas, a little girl named Robyn lived down the street. Her family was kind to mine and I often played at her home. Later they moved to a brand new home in the country in the same town area. I was so amazed when I arrived the first time that Robyn’s grandmother had given her a secretary desk. It was the most magical, beautiful thing in the world to me. Robyn had a place to put treasures and Annabelle (Grandmother Annabelle to us at the time) had such a majestic way about her wit her coiffed hair, and perfectly matched shoes and purse, I just knew she was royalty. Annabelle lived in Little Rock and she was everything you would think a royal Grandmother would be…kind..loving…proper..and always expecting the best of us. I loved her…and still do.
Fast forward to Feller finding this once majestic piece that needed a bit of love…just like me. I saw it and fell in love with it on marketplace and it was simply down the road from our Ozarks in Oklahoma cottage. I wished and I hummed knowing the office is very small, but it faces the three french door windows that I wanted to gaze out of…so I asked if we could not center the door in the room but instead make it off center to the right so that beautiful secretary would fit just so and I would write gazing at the zillion birds that now consider my office door the best restaurant in town. We have over forty birds who visit us and eighteen of them are male cardinals…its breathtaking, especially in the snow..but also in the beauty of winter and now the beginnings of Spring.
You might think that taking on another project during a renovation project isn’t wise, but the truth for me is that the kind of unique pieces I want come when they do just like first babies. You just have to love that you’re pregnant with the knowledge that they’re on their way. She may sit a while before being restored, but we have the missing pieces and I believe after cleaning her up, we’ll sit with her a while to get to know her before doing more. Her shoe was off, but we have it and I’ve got it back on her now. After all a fine lady needs her shoes!
I wasn’t home when Feller went to fetch the desk. She was $175 dollars and her former home loved her but didn’t have a space for her. Truth was we didn’t either, but we put our heads together and made a few adjustments to the plan for the cottage.
When she was in the marketplace her desk was not pulled out. I had only seen the kind that drops down so was completely surprised when Les took this picture and sent it to Tennessee. Wow oh wow oh wow…I loved the wood on the writing surface. I write by hand every.single.day on projects, journals and for practice, so this was an invitation to feel the luxury of a well established place to call my writing home off the internet.
I love writing in calligraphy, in italics and by hand. My world functions better if I do so as practice before I do writing for others. Writing is a balm to my soul and I love the way God uses that time to speak to me. Often I am amazed at how He writes then I read it after having scripted it with Him.
It’s so exciting to know that I’ll have a desk like Annabelle’s and a home for treasures of life and living.
What magic from your childhood lives in your home?