A Twee Antique Desk

I'm getting hooked on yard sales. Especially the kind of yard sales that happen on my street with beautiful antiques for ridiculously cheap. This petite writing desk is at least 100 years old and belonged to the owner's grandmother. Not only was it a steal, Kumi and I got to meet some really nice neighbors with a darling 6-year-old daughter.

It opens up to look like this:

And it's so compact that it fits nicely in a wee corner in our space-challenged apartment while I decide its permanent home. I love it. It's a little like this desk which I've lusted after (but would never in a million years buy because it's so expensive). In may ways, I like the desk I bought better.

So now it's time to rearrange the apartment again. Busy, busy.