Antique Desk {Thrifted Finds}

I know I said I was going to be back with the story of the Canadian Apple Crate and Vintage Friendship Quilt that made me cry. But. I changed my mind… because today I have a beautiful piece to share! I just think its darling, and I feel so happy to have a character piece in my home. It has sparked the “decorating” fire in me, and I finally have a starting place to allow me to commit to some choices in our space.

I don’t know about you but sometimes I have a hard time deciding where to put things when they aren’t quite right. The thing I realized about that is I may never put anything out, or hang anything up… and photos and special pieces don’t belong in boxes and under beds. {please tell me you store things under your bed too…}

So, without further ado!  I love the texture of the worn wood. And dare I say my favorite over-used word… again!… Patina. If you could cuddle wood based on it’s Patina, I would cuddle this desk.

When I first saw this desk I envisioned either using it here, or near our back entry {or as I like to call it “The Mudroom” because it’s literally full of mud} as an entry table. You know with a mirror and spots for keys, mail… a drop zone really. Sometimes I may not like that drop zones exist, because they collect stuff. But at least this would be a pretty one.

In the end, this will be it’s home for now… at least until we find a piano. Isn’t this little chair the sweetest? It just makes me happy with that little muslin pillow and pop of red flowers.

The blue pot belonged to Matt’s grandma. Sweet Molly.

I know I took so many photos of this piece. I wanted to do my very best to share with you the joy it brings to me. I like to imagine all of the sweet souls that sat down to write a letter or a child finishing sums… Who knows all of the stories and great ideas that are yet to be written at that very desk!

I’ll be back tomorrow to share the rest of the gallery wall! It’s growing more on me every day… please stop in and say hi!

-Miss Ash

P.S- Thanks to all for you words, tears and hugs after I shared Tuesday’s post. My heart longs to band together through the hard and the muck so that maybe it can become a little less hard and a little less mucky. God is good. All the Time. And he is never shocked by the rawness of our hearts… I think he longs for us to feel ever so deeply, truly…