OFFICE CONVERSION - PHASE TWO

If you read last week’s post, you already know I’ve been elbow‑deep in my latest domestic saga: transforming the long‑ignored sunroom into a respectable office. A place where ideas can flourish, coffee can be consumed in heroic quantities, and—most importantly—where I can sit without my spine filing a formal complaint.

The first victory was turning an old coffee table into a desk. Cute, functional, and just the right height for someone who refuses to buy furniture when she can repurpose something that’s been lurking in a corner since the first Bush administration.

But the adventure didn’t stop there. Oh no. This week, I finally admitted defeat and banished the wooden Windsor chair that had been slowly reshaping my skeleton into a question mark. In its place now sits this delightful little Amazon find—affordable, comfortable, and not at all judgmental about how many hours I spend writing, scrolling, or contemplating my life choices.

Chair available on Amazon at https://amzn.to/4lwlPps

Naturally, once the chair arrived, the room whispered, “More.” So, I added a slim console table to hold office supplies and decorative items - because nothing says “productive adult” like a bowl of paperclips and a fake plant that will never die on your watch.

Console available on Amazon at https://amzn.to/4lqtYLX

Then came the bookcases. Two small oak units that were perfectly fine but tragically plain. I bought a can of white cabinet paint, rolled up my sleeves, and gave them the bright, breezy makeover they deserved. They now look like they belong in a coastal cottage instead of a 1970s starter apartment.

And finally, looming in the corner like a relic from a colonial reenactment, sits the futon. I’m convinced it came over on the Mayflower, possibly as ballast. Its days are numbered. Eventually, it will be replaced with a nice daybed so the room can still moonlight as a guest room when needed—preferably without guests waking up feeling like they slept on a historical artifact.

The office is coming together, piece by piece, paint stroke by paint stroke, questionable decision by questionable decision. And honestly? It’s starting to feel like a room I actually want to work in.

What part of the makeover should I tackle next—the lighting, the wall art, or the ceremonial removal of the futon?