...desk. At (where else?) Red Ticking. I passed it up because it just didn't fit anywhere in my little house. When I came across this image of a dead ringer for that sweet desk, I started kicking myself all over again. How could I have let it get away? It would be perfect in our master bedroom. It's like the impractical pair of shoes that don't match anything in your closet. You buy them anyway and just admire them until you can build an outfit around them, right?
Image from Suzanne Kasler
There's always space for perfect piece like this. Pam, if you ever find another, please let me know.