My desk was one of the first William Morris Projects I tackled two years ago, and I still can’t believe I cleaned that entire thing in one day and made the desk trays. Was I mainlining caffeine?
I haven’t touched my drawers since that day, at least not to clean them. This wouldn’t be too bad except Nico knows I have a desk so he goes to it constantly and pilfers my supplies. In fact, my favorite pair of white Martha Stewart scissors and a heavy pair of brass scissors from West Elm are missing and have been for some time.
This reminds me of a story my mom used to tell about my dad and umbrellas. He was forever losing umbrellas, even as a kid. He would leave them behind at school, in the library, at the bus stop, at a friend’s house, or anywhere else it wasn’t raining. He would go through dozens of umbrellas every season until eventually, as an adult, he stopped carrying them to save money. He never figured out how to remember umbrellas existed when he wasn’t standing in the middle of a downpour. I think Nico inherited this trait with scissors. Unless he is physically cutting a piece of paper in two, they exist in another dimension. Never have I bought so many scissors as I have since Nico was born, and I’m still bitter about my kitchen shears and my favorite rose pruning shears. He swears he has no idea what I’m talking about.
This only took me a few minutes, so if you have a messy desk drawer, hop to it! I have way too many pens, but that supply takes into account the pens the boys will lose or break over the next few months. By next summer I’ll be using the burned end of a whittled twig to write checks.
If I could change anything about this set up, it’s that I have to use a utensil caddy to hold my pens and pencils because it’s the only thing that fits my vintage desk. They don’t stay in there perfectly (they kind of fly around if there are too many in there, like now) but I haven’t found a modern desk tray that fits the drawer’s shallow profile. Regardless, it’s now clean and looking (reasonably) good!