You see, I believe in proper writing-tables, just as I believe in proper
chairs. I have so many desks in my own house that are in constant use,
perhaps I can give you my theory best by recording my actual practice of
it.
I have spoken of the necessity of a desk in the hallway, and indeed, I
have said much of desks in other rooms, but I have still to emphasize my
belief in the importance of the equipment of desks.
Of course, one needs a desk in one's own room. Here there is infinite
latitude, for there are dozens of delightful possibilities. I always
place my desks near the windows. If the wall space is filled, I place an
oblong table at right angles to a window, and there you are. In my own
private sitting-room I have a long desk so placed, in my own house. In a
guest-room I furnished recently, I used a common oblong table of no
value, painting the legs a soft green and covering it with a piece of
sage-green damask. This is one of the nicest writing-tables I know, and
it could be copied for a song. The equipment of it is what counts. I
used two lamps, dull green jars with mauve silk shades, a dark green
leather rack for paper and envelopes, and a great blotter pad that will
save the damask from ink-spots. The small things are of green pottery
and crystal. In a young girl's bedroom I used a sweet little desk of
painted wood, a desk that has the naive charm of innocence.
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