Perhaps to make sense of why the hubs and I are so darn happy with our office in it’s current state, it might make sense to look back. Like, way back. Originally housing a fold out futon, it was meant simply as a guest room and nothing else. The honey wood (and matching pillows, really?) didn’t really scream “us,” but hey, you learn along the way.
Truth is, we were catering our small space for the occasional friend pop-in, and not for us. Call it what you will, but we ultimately rearranged the space to fit our needs, and our needs meant storage (huzzuh to the DIY sideboard), desk space, and shelves for overflow. Here’s how it looked pre flood (and with the added dash of our color-loving-selves):
And of course you remember this look, right? Oy. Other than our often used paint bin (third one down), the towers of tubs, boxes, and kitty carriers were beginning to give us a rash. The door stayed shut for three months, no thanks to the mold infestation in our basement storage unit. Overnight, our office became the bastard room. Sad face.
But. We have a heckuva happy ending. We got our $@*! together. After the now infamous storage renovation (enter victory dance), we were forced to de-clutter. We re-cabled our power cords (dork alert). We schlepped out years of old files and you know what? We filed them. But not without the help of Miss Susan of Jubilee Furniture. A big, whopping thank you to her for setting aside this gem for us:
It’s white! It’s clean! It has three glorious compartments! It was affordable! It goes with our desk, sideboard, and… well, stuff. Those scissors from the cup swap? Stashed. The back log of invoices, titles, and tax documents? Filed.
We have a place for our media. Yeah, we have a media drawer. Whoot! External drives, cd spindles, and music players rejoice. You have a home now. Cables, extensions, and velcro-tie-thingies unite.
And yes, our overstuffed momma quail is holding down our stash of “to dos.” A clean, white (what else?) butler tray contains all those pesky papers in transition. Not ready to file, but not ready to pay up. Don’t those tasks look so much sweeter with a fat, yellow bird holding them down? (Check out where the other two landed right here.)
As for the bigger picture, well, it got a spruce here and there. Our ornate mirror (you may remember from The Vintage Bazaar) finally found a spot to reflect the moody blues in the room, and a beloved mustard chair inherited from my grandma is the perfect place to bother Scott while he trolls the web.
And since our bedroom no longer needed those Flor tiles, they migrated. Much better than the bare hardwood, but oh so office appropriate. The extra punch of color never hurt us, and for those chair-plus-carpet-doubters, can we just take a moment to rave about Fedora tiles? We love you and all your low-profile goodness, Miss Fedora.
Of course our bike storage is there to stay, but we did take down the pesky curtains. I love a white panel as much as the next gal, but the bare, bright windows look pretty snazzy on their own. And nevermind the worry-free feeling of black tire marks on fresh fabric.
There you have it. Our reclaimed space has never felt more productive, not to mention more companion ready with the addition of Grandma’s (awesome) chair. With all our paper affairs in order, you should see my ninja moves while printing and stashing invoices. And I promise that sans curtains, we gained a floorboard (or two). When every inch counts, that’s a feat worth celebrating.
So what do you think? No drastic layout changes, but a slew of simple swaps make all the difference. Our collective brains are no longer scrambling to find our last print out, and not only is it all hidden behind shiny white doors, but it’s organized. And isn’t that the ultimate office goal?