There's a local used furniture store that had a chest I lusted after for a very long year.  My super-kind mother saw it going going gone and snatched it up for me. 

It's been a total office geek-out ever since.  So many little drawers!  So many office supplies!  Color-coded post it note drawers!  (Yes, I am aware I have a sickness.)   But seriously.  Drawers for post-it notes!  Drawers for alligator clips!  Drawers for paperclips and pens and staplers and staples and rubber bands.... 




It had a slightly cracked top, so I got a local business to cut me a glass top to sit on it and protect it.  Protect it from what?  Well, here it is with the temporary cardboard protector.  And Dean and Merlin. 




But now I've put the glass on, and removed one of the two front sliding doors since the drawer pulls were damaging the wood which limited its usefulness.    (I tucked the removed door neatly behind the cabinet for safe-keeping.)  I love it.  It makes me smile every time I enter the study, which as any writer knows, can only be a good thing.