The last time I was in Miami, I went to see a small-scale furniture show in a place called the Museums of Miami.
I was impressed with the architecture of the space, but the main attraction of the show was a tiny black wooden desk, and that was it.
The idea of making your own furniture there was so far-fetched I didn’t think much about it.
But it’s now a reality.
I have two small, old-school desks, which I use for both of my children’s rooms, and the desk is made entirely from salvaged wood.
My children love them, and I love them.
The desk is not for sale.
I’m not selling it to anyone, and so I’m making it a permanent home.
The next step, of course, is getting the money to buy it.
And there’s nothing I’d rather do than make my life more comfortable by using a desk as a living space.