
Here is the horrible space I previously called my office. It consisted of my husbands old office furniture and a stray table that followed me home from a junk sale. I loved the shape and size of the table, but it needed some lovin'. I stripped the peeling paint off of it (peeling in a bad way, not shabby chic) then there she sat for maybe a year or 3 collecting dust and anything else I spilled on the bare wood. For the longest time I thought...