"WE NEED TO TALK...STEP INTO MY OFFICE BABY."

I always tell myself that I will make it to bed by 10, 11 at the latest. My mind has slowly started to malfunction as the evening began to wind down and I've finally checked off the last remaining items on my mental "to-do" list. I put quotations around "to-do" because if I were to actually label it as a TO-DO list then it would have to exist in reality and not just in theory. I have been recently obsessing over what I will do once I finally have a room (or at least half a room) to devote to my very own office. Our current library/dining area/office is in shambles. It's an embarrassment (to say the least) and I find myself making more elaborate excuses for it each time we have company over. I.E. "Oh, it's a work in progress," "It's such an odd shape" and "We just haven't put much thought into it," to name a few. In truth, it's a square, I have put thought into and nothing has happened.

I feel like a failure each and every time I look at it, and it's extremely hard to ignore the awkward space because it stares at me from every other room in this tiny apartment. Ideally, it would be my own work space where I could house fabrics, a drafting table, posters, picture frames and other inspirational objects, but I do have a male to consider and compromise with. If you've ever tried to share a space with a musician then you know just how difficult it is to determine whose side of the room is whose and wear to draw the line down the middle. Once we find a house, I am hoping that Matt will devote some space in our garage to his studio and that I'll get my very own "studio."

The outpour of ideas and possibilities is just endless and I get giddy every time I think about having an office with a window and a desk of my own. I'd love to have a desk like the one below to blog and do research, so perhaps with some luck (and a loan) I'll be decorating a new office soon.