My desk is very special to me -- it's where I write my thank you notes; it's where I handwrite letters (not very often for I'm a computer girl); it's where I address birthday cards to friends; it's where I address sympathy cards or get well cards.
I like to have treasures around me in my special places and this desk is no exception.
Every "lady" needs a place where she can write thank you notes, peruse and pay bills, send greeting cards, and keep track of social engagements. My place is a mahogany secretary in the corner of the living room with a window that looks out on what I call my secret garden. (The garden is a small strip along the side of the house -- filled with flowers three seasons of the year.) The picture is a picture of the fireplace at Linderhof taken in 1930 and given to me by an old man that was the little boy in the picture. It's always been a treasure to me. My collection of Asian calligraphy brushes also at this moment reside on the desk in a calligraphy brush pot. The wee carved figure is ivory, bought by Husband Jim on a long ago visit to Asia. Surrounded by things I love, the desk is a special place to do special things. The bookcase part of the secretary holds some very special and very old pieces of blue and white as well as some small old volumes. Every day, after breakfast and the dishes, I sort the mail here and then attend to my correspondence -- sending whatever note needs to be sent, addressing whatever greeting card needs to go out, making the daily grocery list. Often with a cup of tea in hand to sip as I go about this daily ritual. Every lady needs a desk. How else could she run a household?