In spite of my blog’s charter (as stated above) to share “happy things”, I am going to complain.  While not on the scale of suffering in the Middle East, disease in Africa, or serious illness which several loved ones close to me are battling, it’s upsetting my little world mightily.

My company is preparing to move.  I’ve been here for twelve years, over nine of them in this particular office space.  This week marks my last week here, as a company higher up our food chain has decided that we would not only move, but move into a MUCH less attractive space, in a worse part of town, and five miles further away from my home.  I’m not bitter at all.  (Nope, still can’t say that honestly.)  But I recognize that I am fortunate to be employed, and while displeased with those pulling the strings higher up, I do love the nice people I get to work with.  I am also fortunate that I can get away with stretching the bounds of professionalism, as my office is highly… personalized.  Since I am about to lose it in this form, I wanted to document the space where I’ve spent a majority of my waking hours.

NOTE:  WordPress lately has decided my pictures should be the approximate size of postage stamps.  If you’re that interested LOL, please click on the image to expand it to the original size.  This has been since they “improved” their process.  See what I mean about change??!

What you see from my doorway

What you see from my doorway

Sure, come a little closer

Sure, come a little closer

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In a back corner I have a large armoire-style hutch...these adorn the top, including a tartwarmer and a metal wrought thread cone holder that's pretty enough to stand alone. The grey kitty is a twin of my little Pansy Sweetpea at home

In a back corner I have a large armoire-style hutch…these adorn the top, including a tartwarmer and a metal wrought thread cone holder that’s pretty enough to stand alone. The grey kitty is a twin of my little Pansy Sweetpea at home

In a back corner and hidden from the casual visitor

In a back corner and hidden from the casual visitor

In the same corner, a little alcove, I have a full wall of glass block. I LOVE glass block. (Obviously I have a thing for the play of light upon glass.) Bye-bye, pretty light.

In the same corner, a little alcove, I have a full wall of glass block. I LOVE glass block. (Obviously I have a thing for the play of light upon glass.) Bye-bye, pretty light.

What I see right now ;)

What I see right now 😉

My silk tree covers up all the unslightly cords trailing off the back of my desk and stands guard over a woven African basket containing yarn and a pair of moccasins for when bad weather has left me with cold, wet feet.

My silk tree covers up all the unslightly cords trailing off the back of my desk and stands guard over a woven African basket containing yarn and a pair of moccasins for when bad weather has left me with cold, wet feet.

I will miss this view, in all seasons. There are no trees to be seen at our new location. We're near a park I think, but tall cinder block walls prevent visibility.

I will miss this view, in all seasons. There are no trees to be seen at our new location. We’re near a park I think, but tall cinder block walls prevent visibility.  On my generous window sill, I’ve had an assortment of Lenox crystal dolphins and a snowglobe which the sun did amazing things with in late afternoon.  I’ll miss those too; not sure where they’ll go now.

Under a cupboard full teas, my Zen garden and a ragdoll who can be reversed to reveal a crabby face; I like to warn the men I work with when they should tread lightly.

Under a cupboard full of teas, my Zen garden and a ragdoll who can be reversed to reveal a crabby face; I like to warn the men I work with when they should tread lightly.

Since I have no control over this transition, the best I can do is follow the excellent advice on this plaque I prominently display… 🙂

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P.S.  A few years ago, and prior to my office space being renovated/downsized, I posted about a secret feature of my office.  It transitions into a sewing station in under 30 seconds.  I rarely use it these days since I work through lunchtime so much, but I plan to have a similar capability in my new space.  Also, the Brother shown in this blog post has been exchanged for my trusty and shiny vintage Singer 301.