a sense of past

Buying furniture is not an everyday chore. So when you find a piece that resonates with your entire body - whether for comfort or looks, it feels like a celebrated occasion.

Such was the case when we purchased an early-century child's school desk and chair we found at the antique show this past April, and tucked it into the corner of our homeoffice - right behind me. There are moments in the day when I take a break from my work desk cluttered with modern comforts, to look behind me and catch a glimpse of a child sliding into the wooden chair frame, lifting the table top and pulling out his composition book to recite his ABCs or doodle a frog eating a fly out in the margin.

While I like to dream about nostalgic moments like these, I am instead graced with a sticker-crazed two-year old who likes to collect all the highlighters and red markers from my desk to add into hers. "More paper Mommy" she asks, while sitting in this old chair, smiling, and swagging her feet below. Noah usually intrudes on her concentration of drawing circles by pulling on her shirt so that he can lift himself up and with due timing, climb into the chair for a turn.





And when he does, there is much excitement in his grip. His feet curl, his hands reach and grab for all corners to hoist him up into a new position - a new view. As still and forgiving this 90 year old desk is - Noah is moving around it like a buzzing bee, exploring for survival. I constantly find myself captivated by their appreciation for this antique desk. They love it as much as I do - and what's more, is that their memories will be added to the thousands already before it.