Recently, I got in the creative zone, so decided to convert just one of my (empty nest) guestrooms into a home office for just me. Now, we already have an "official" home office, with the obligatory computer desk, bills and family info filed, etc. That's actually the one my husband uses, and umm..let's just say he keeps a tad of a messy desk. (Good thing that desk has close-able doors, LOL!)
Certainly he knows where EVERYTHING is..but with my bent toward the orderly (and the pretty), it does not seem to my psyche to be a workable solution. He just does not appreciate my nice neat piles and cute accessories..but he does have an industrial sized shredder..it's all in how you look at it, isn't it?
My dear husband built me a shabby-chic desk (I LOVE HIM), and I brought my sister's Victorian fainting chaise in, and some things a dear old friend gave me after Katrina, an old ornate dining room chair I covered with yellow chenille..you get the picture, it is turning into a beach cottage/shabby chic office! Lots of light, looking out on the golf course and the back yard. Hydrangeas abloom outside my windows, and my own little private deck with my Mother's day fountain that my hubby gave me (did I mention I LOVE HIM??) with adirondack chairs and pots of flowers and herbs and veggies.
Then, to feed my un-ashamed addiction to office supplies, I have a large double-door closet to organize them in. Haven't really had to buy anything, just had to gather it all up from other places in the house. The only problem I can see is, when the grandboys come, putting down air mattresses in this very girly office may not suit them..oh well, so far they have enjoyed putting together model airplanes in here! We have lots of other places they can sleep!
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