A New Hope... for Painting

I have a painting desk! Woo-hoo!! It is three feet wide, twenty one inches deep, and stands forty seven inches tall. In the above picture Homer can be seen next to the desk to better provide a sense of scale, but mainly just to scowl and look on disapprovingly. I do not know from what sort of wood the desk is constructed, though I am curious to find out. Ideally I would have preferred a little extra space but this one more than satisfies my hobby needs, in particular that of the roll-top feature which should allow me to quickly shut things away from my daughter's darting, ninja like hands when required. I'm hopeful to be painting again very soon. I'm currently just waiting for my wife to choose where I should conduct my geekery from amongst a few now viable spots around the house, at which point I'll get things unpacked and setup.

While I'm quite pleased with the desk's pragmatic value, what makes it special for me is its history. It turns out my mom purchased this desk in 1968 aftering saving up for it her first summer after graduating from college, but then stored it away in my grandmother's attic sometime in the early 70s. Upon learning that I was looking for just such a piece to use as a painting table, my parents retrieved it during a visit to my grandmother last week and delivered it yesterday. There was some minor repair work needed but that's all taken care of and I'm ready to go.

I haven't decided what I want to begin painting first so I'll be thinking about that over the next couple of days. In the meantime I'm going to keep assembling terrain, of which I will take pictures tomorrow for a full update on how that's been going... assuming life cooperates, of course.

Okay, that's it for now. Later, friends!