Big desk is big
Mar. 15th, 2012 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceBig desk is so big, big burly movers were first hesitant, then doubtful, then inveigled. Then, God save me, instructed how to get it through the first door, from the back yard into the utility room. "Oh," they said, "you want us to do it the hard way?"
Which they did. Just. With me being a third pair of hands to offer relief at crucial angles and intervals.
And then it had to go through the second door, into my study. And my method would not work, so we tried theirs. Viz, we took the door off. And the desk made it inside, by about a millimetre's width on either side.
And now I have a desk, yay; and it is lovely. And enormous. And ridiculously large. It has a mug of coffee and a teeny laptop and a black cat on it, and it makes Barry look small and slender-boned. I left a large Victorian kneehole desk in Newcastle, and thought I'd never have its like again. This is at least of a size with that, and possibly bigger. It seems bigger. Deeper, at least. With more drawers, some of which lock in a sneaky way.
Also, it has many stubborn stickers on it. Why would someone take a lovely grainy piece of furniture and stick stupid commercial decals on it? I am infuriated. And picking at them with my nails is going to take for ever, but I don't want to use chemicals if I can avoid it. I am very open to advice on this. (Also, we have lemon oil, which the internets recommended for mission oak furniture. Will that clean as well as feed it? In, eg, those places where I have successfully peeled off a decal but a sticky residue remains? Is there some better way to lift off the sticky? Help me, O LJ, you're my only hope.)
Also, I will be posting photos when I have the means. They will probably feature a black cat. Mac is reclined in luxury in the bedroom, so Baz has annexed the desk in his absence. It is new, and he can sit on one corner and still see out of the window.
Also, I have a chair. It's a very nice chair and I don't want to seem dismissive. Just, it's not the desk.
Which they did. Just. With me being a third pair of hands to offer relief at crucial angles and intervals.
And then it had to go through the second door, into my study. And my method would not work, so we tried theirs. Viz, we took the door off. And the desk made it inside, by about a millimetre's width on either side.
And now I have a desk, yay; and it is lovely. And enormous. And ridiculously large. It has a mug of coffee and a teeny laptop and a black cat on it, and it makes Barry look small and slender-boned. I left a large Victorian kneehole desk in Newcastle, and thought I'd never have its like again. This is at least of a size with that, and possibly bigger. It seems bigger. Deeper, at least. With more drawers, some of which lock in a sneaky way.
Also, it has many stubborn stickers on it. Why would someone take a lovely grainy piece of furniture and stick stupid commercial decals on it? I am infuriated. And picking at them with my nails is going to take for ever, but I don't want to use chemicals if I can avoid it. I am very open to advice on this. (Also, we have lemon oil, which the internets recommended for mission oak furniture. Will that clean as well as feed it? In, eg, those places where I have successfully peeled off a decal but a sticky residue remains? Is there some better way to lift off the sticky? Help me, O LJ, you're my only hope.)
Also, I will be posting photos when I have the means. They will probably feature a black cat. Mac is reclined in luxury in the bedroom, so Baz has annexed the desk in his absence. It is new, and he can sit on one corner and still see out of the window.
Also, I have a chair. It's a very nice chair and I don't want to seem dismissive. Just, it's not the desk.