Like that one guy said: Good writers borrow, great writers steal. Welcome to the place where all things have been lifted, looted, and otherwise pilfered…Remember, possession is 9/10s of the law.
A couple months ago, the new owners of the Damon Runyon Theatre in Pueblo gave us SET ensemble members an opportunity to dig through their stuff (and if you’ve ever been in a community theatre, you understand there’s always a TON of stuff) and take away whatever we wanted.
So we went down to P-town and shopped.
^^^There we are, having lunch at Jorge’s after loading up the trucks. (I’m in the corner. If you feel like knowing who the other cool people are, you can find most of them here.)
Anyways, in the theatre was this roll top desk. Large. Dark wood. Had seen better days. There were bits of taped-on labels like: ‘hair ties’ and ‘glue.’ The kinda things you find backstage. But other than being fairly worn, it was in pretty good shape.
I already have a pretty nifty small roll-top desk (hereafter known as Writing Desk I), so at first I didn’t think I wanted it.
Then…I thought about it.
And thought about it some more.
And it wound up on the back of the truck.
And it wound up in my garage.
And I wound up refinishing it.
I mean, I haven’t showered in days between work, writing, and theatre…but the desk is done!
(The lighting in my garage sucks, so you get a close up for the color.)
(Also, special thanks to all those crafty people on Pinterest who recommended the Annie Sloan Chalk Paint. Love it.)
^^^I’m in the corner.