I blog in the car, I blog on the floor, I blog in the middle of a field, and sometimes - just sometimes - I'm a civilised human being who blogs in a chair at a desk. Today, I'm going to give you a tour of the place. There's a lot going on (for inspiration, that's what I tell myself) but there's no rubbish. Not even an empty Doritos packet. Amazing.
I'm going to start with the books. Most of the ones you can see are 2017 proofs that need reading and reviewing, those I'm most excited for being Wing Jones by Katherine Webber, Unconventional by Maggie Harcourt, We Come Apart by Brian Conaghan and Sarah Crossan, I'll Be Home for Christmas by a range of brilliant YA authors, and The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon. On top of them is a tealight holder from Anthropologie, and a candle from Sainsbury's aka my fave. I live for their quiche.
Anyway... my favourite part of the desk - in fact, my favourite part of my whole room - is the photos. I LOVE photos. Being able to document a moment and keep it for the rest of time is insane to me. On the cork board, one of the polaroids is from a trip to Cambridge, another is from when I saw The Vamps, but most are from YALC, and they're there because I ran out of space on my polaroid wall (I know, how hipster of me). In the frame is a set of four photos from when Holly and I found ourselves in the most ridiculously posh hotel in Leicester Square, and I thought we might as well make use of the photo booth and pretend we actually had enough money to stay there. (£2,000-ish a night, people. WTF.)
The least favourite part of my desk? The chair, if that counts. If you want the back of a 90-year-old, and what feels like a non-existent bum, come and sit on my chair for just 10-seconds and you'll have one. Don't say I never treat you, okay? And apparently you can get good office chairs from Furniture at Work. Having just had a look, I think this might be where our old computer chair came from, the very chair I sat in when starting this blog. Mems. ❤
What do you think about my desk? What does yours look like? (I'm nosy, sorry not sorry.)