A small room off the dining room serves as my husband's office. Originally a bedroom, it is a strange "landlocked" room with windows opening onto other rooms, a consequence of alterations over the years. We think it was the maid's room when the house was first built. Here are some blurry shots I snapped on our second inspection of the house before we bought it. It's a difficult room to photograph because of its size. I have labelled them "before" just in case you didn't realise ;) The furniture naturally belongs to the previous owner.
After we painted it a couple of years ago (Murabond Faraway, same as the dining room) it basically became a dumping room for Kelvin's computer and any other electrical equipment. A desk, a chair, a small bed for when people came to stay and rolls of cables and strange unidentified pluggy inny things (that's a technical term). We found an old metal coke sign from 1964 for $50 in a salvage yard and with the help of a friend and very strong bolts we hung it on the wall. The only picture I ever took had a green egg chair strategically placed underneath, then cropped to hide the mess.
Years passed and nothing happened. We kept finding things for the room. Kept promising to do something about it but never did. Until a couple of weeks ago. The break through came when we decided to ditch the double bed we had jammed in there and make it a dedicated office. A couple of months back I found a beautiful brown leather couch in a thrift store for, wait for it, $70. No scuffs, no tears, no stains. Real leather and down filled cushions. Score! It lived for a while in the living room but as lovely as it looked it was too small to stretch out on (don't you know that is all a man wants in a living room couch) and it was as slippery as hell. A few seconds after sitting on it you felt yourself gliding down the cushions towards the floor. The very high arms and back I had admired in the shop also meant there was no way you could rest your arms comfortably and reaching for anything on a side table required major contortion. This was probably why it was donated to the thrift store in the first place. We dragged it into the office and at last it had found its perfect home.
Kelvin loves to collect as much as I do and some of his special objects found their way into the room. Model boats and tribal spears, whisky jugs and Boys Own Manuals, old motor racing posters as well as quirky bits and pieces. Once again everything is thrifted, found in secondhand shops or on eBay. The only splurge was the kilim bought before we moved in. There is still a bit to do. We are thinking of changing the industrial pendant light (not in shot) and I still have to wrangle all the computer cables into something neat and tidy. That's the reason why there is no full on shot of the desk. Nothing changes. I still strategically shoot or crop :)