Back to my desk. I have no idea how old it is or where it was made because it is conveniently missing any type of markings or numbers except on the lock (for which I have no key). But when I googled the series of letters and numbers inscribed upon it, I was greeted by genetic coding results. So, dead end. I don't think my desk has anything to do with genetics. Or at least I hope it doesn't?
All of the knobs are different and the hinges on one side are almost falling off, but I really love this adorable little desk. It's the first real furniture purchase Forrest and I have made together so that makes it even more special.
Also making appearances are some of the very old books I have picked up here and there at different cathedral book sales, a few of the Wedgwood plates that I bought at the same auction, and the pretty tulips that I saw and had to have. I broke two of them trying to wedge them into that mason jar. I felt like I owed it to the two now stunted tulips to confess my mishandling. Poor tulips.