A Desk By Any Other Name

I’ve wanted to do a post like this for a while. It’s just a silly post about the contents of my desk drawer (and nightstand.)

So, this is my desk drawer. It’s mostly organized. I clean it out every couple of months because it starts to irritate me.

Nothing earth-shattering. Two little baskets with post-notes, ink refills, and stapler refills, even though I never use my stapler.

Stapler. (Anyone else say that in the same voice as the guy from Office Space? Just me?)

Stamps, international and regular. They’re covering up address labels and a checkbook because…no one needs that information.

KODAK Digital Still Camera

Now, technically, this isn’t my desk drawer. This is my nightstrand drawer but most of the things on the right should be in my desk drawer.  I often write/work in bed so I keep some of my supplies in my nightstand.

The silver case has some of my pens (Should I do a blog post about my massive pen collection?) The blue folder has post-notes and a notepad. It’s from Cocoa Daisy. Then there’s a collection of drawing/sketch pads, a postcard notebook, and other random nonsense.

Oh! And there’s a sewing kit I’ve owned for twenty years and NEVER USED ONCE.

KODAK Digital Still Camera


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So, what’s in your desk drawer?

An Ode to my Journals


Dearest of My Dear Journals,

Our love is sacred, pure and timeless.  Never be jealous of the hundreds of other notebooks and journals floating around my office, even if I might have an entire shelf dedicated to the altar of lined paper.   They could never hold a candle to you.

I have held you close for over twenty years.  We’ll ignore the tragic fact that you’ve been buried at the bottom of a drawer for the past fifteen years.  It might also be wise to forget I used you to press flowers.  A little rose petal never hurt anyone, right?


And now dearest love, I shall shove you back in your drawer to forget you for another ten years.



Anyone else keep old notebooks around?  The photos here are from a journal I’ve had since I was eighteen.  I was a little melodramatic at the time.  Some of the reading is …amusingly over the top.