I'm not very good at keeping up a steady flow of writing. I'll post something long-winded on the blog and then be quiet for weeks, then post a few shorter ramblings, then be quiet again. It doesn't mean I'm not doing stuff that I could turn into a blog post, it's just I can't be arsed. And I'm finding as I get older, I can't be arsed even more.
There are some 'ta-dah' posts in the offing, as I've recently started doing cross-stitch and am enjoying it very much. But I'll post more about that later as, today, I want to introduce you to my desk.
I was reading Belgian Waffle's post about her newly-excavated desk and, at the end, she asked "What do you have on your desk?" and I thought "You don't wanna know" and then changed my mind because, well, someone might be interested plus it's a record of what I was doing at this time on this day, so this is a post about my desk(s). With pictures. Lots and lots of pictures.
In our house there is a tiny third bedroom upstairs. It will take a single bed and a chest of drawers and that's about it. I use this as my 'study' although it's known as 'the Jewellery Room'. Because this is where I make my jewellery. My husband is Welsh and very literal and very logical, which, I'm sure you'll agree, are admirable traits to have, and which I am trying to emulate. I do other things in the Jewellery Room apart from making jewellery - I keep my lovely saxophone in there so it doubles up as a music practice room. We keep most of our DVDs in here too, as well as my wool stash, so it trebles up as a storage room. We have yet another computer and printer in here so this is where I do my 'serious' typing, i.e., "proper" correspondence, blog posting, etc., and where I fiddle about with my photographs online as well, so it quadruples as, um, a room where that sort of thing happens.
Anyway, some pictures, I think:
Behind the door is hanging pouchy thing that contains various stuff, such as old jars, a rolled up poster of a Dale Chihuly glass exhibition that I really must get round to framing sometime, my old Pentax ME Super SLR camera that I got from my mum for my 21st birthday and hanging on the wall is a framed poster of an album cover from one of my favourite bands of all time, Magazine:
Signed by the band, no less (this says 'Howard Devoto'):
Moving round, we have an Ikea spice rack that makes ideal shelving for small jars for beads, pearls, etc. It's not terribly clear but tucked into the top is a postcard of Mnajdra Temple in Malta, built in 2800BC, which I visited a few years ago, and hanging from the shelf is a papier mache, black and white painted mask from Singapore, given to me by an old boyfriend. Oh look! There's the computer screen with Belgian Waffling's actual post about her desk!
Then we come to the actual work surface of my main desk. Oh lordy. Yes, I know it's cluttered, clutter is what I do and I do it very well. There are two lamps, a bead design board, tools in pots and glasses, jars and pots full of pearls and semi-precious stones, and tucked in the far right is my mini hi-fi/DAB radio with my iPod perched atop.
On the wall above my main desk is a monthly calendar and various images that I like comprised of birthday cards, postcards (from the Royal Academy and Sedona) and photos that I've taken.
Above the photos are a couple of shelves that house my ring binders, magazines, speakers and other stuff.
The top shelf has a couple of my very favourite things, an Elvis Cow and my 50p stuffed Piranha:
This brings us round to the windowsill which, you'll be pleased to hear, I recently spent several hours tidying. There's a money box in the shape of a lady's head that I've had since I was about 9 years old and is one of only two things I've still got from my early childhood (everything else someone either threw out or gave away), there's a Mexican votive candle in a tall jar with a Union Jack flag, a large flat curved bean thing from Hungary and another candle stuck into it, a small picture of an Andy Goldsworthy installation, four empty jars, a plastic dinosaur, some old business cards and a tape measure. All most useful, I think you'll agree.
In the middle of the windowsill is my badger skull:
And now we swing round to the other desk. This is where I cut little pieces of glass that will then go into my glass kiln down in the garage to be fused, so there's a cutting mat, metal ruler, glastac glue, various other glues, cutting implements, small sheets of glass in plastic containers. When I took this picture I had also just been sorting out some necklaces in preparation for my next craft fair - these don't usually live on this table. There's also a sort of black metal tree display unit thing which currently has some of my fused glass window jewellery hanging from it, and leaning against the wall is a photo I took at Avebury in the winter of 2009 of a standing stone viewed through wintry trees:
In the picture above you can just make out my earring stand, here's a better picture, including some pieces that I'm gluing together, ready to go into my stock - earrings, rings and brooches:
Next to this desk there is a tall set of shelves that houses boxes of necklace/bracelet boxes on the top shelf, more pots and stacks of containers full of beads:
And then lower down are our DVDs and CDs, and on the floor in front is the bag that I cart all my jewellery around in, with a toolbox perched on the top. And, no, I'm not going to explain the NSFW card of Gay Biker Jesus on the wall (I would just say, though, that you can double click on all the pictures in order to get a really good, close-up view...)
And finally, looking back through the door, on the left there is a large square wicker basket which I use to store my old hard copy photographic prints, on which is a framed photograph of my late father, a birthday calendar above that, and above the light switch is a painting I did. On the door of the cupboard are photos (of TLH) and postcards (of engravings by Norman Atkinson).
Finally, and as if I haven't crammed enough stuff into this room as it is, there is often to be found a large, elderly, grumpy, arthritic cat, usually in the most awkward places possible, either behind the chair where he's in danger of being rolled over:
Or right under the desk where's he in danger of being trodden on:
So, then, that's a tour of my desk(s), I'll bet you're feeling a lot happier about your so-called 'clutter' now, aren't you?!?