One of our Sunday newspapers mentioned a website specialising in that item so coveted by the Head Teacher or boss in all of us… Antique Desks.
Here, for example, is a pedestal desk that we wouldn’t mind having in the study…
I can just imagine it covered with neatly stacked books and papers.
“The Headmaster will see you now, young lady.” Still at the door, I see him move his antique inkwell out of the way, onto a nearby filing cabinet.
I tremble.
Oooh! I’m a boss now and that desk looks *lovely* (and tax-deductible…) – certainly smarter than the IKEA plastickery I’m at currently.
Not as nice as your bureau though.
One day, when my Master and I buy a house, the antique school desk I covet will be mine! (I keep saying to him that instead of having a dungeon like the rest of the local perverts, we need a school-room!)
I have my school room, but a Headmaster’s study would be wonderful… I’ll have to wait until one or other of the children move out first though, boy child and I can have a nice big study, girl child and I’m not sure the Headmaster would have room to swing a cane, but a slipper, that’s much more do-able!
That desk is lovely, I have drooled over many such desks, and have been known to bend over the odd one or two in antique shops just to try them out for size, who needs a chair?