Giant gold desk? Amazeballs.
Sexy midcentury chair? Yes please.
White lacquered worktable? Giant.

I'm ready to accept that I have a problem. Lately I've been sinfully covetous of those who have desks-- yet Daddy, who has PLENTY of space in his giant light-filled bedroom for one, is a stupid cooze and doesn't have one. DON'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU ARE MISSING?

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