wOw Scenes: Our Desks

Joni and Mary,

Wow! Two diverse and obviously productive places……..Love it!

When I die and go to heaven, I want a something like Jane Wagner’s. But for now, I sit at a tiny little L-shaped desk…a made-over stereo cabinet, actually…in the corner of my bedroom.

There is a window above it…which is the only thing that gives me any sense of space when I work. I’m surrounded by huge robust trees that are currently a vibrant shade of green. Birds, butterflies, or the occasional squirrel enliven the view.

There’s hardly room for any reference books…my dictionary and Thesaurus, of course, and my favorite anatomy texts.

Just under the window is my grandmother’s photo. Two great grandmother’s, two daughters, and four grandaughters…all the genetic women’s power I can muster…and of course, Henry’s baby picture.

And my favorite quote of all time…taken from an old National Geographic volume…”Sit down and be humble to the scribal art. You have to ponder it night and day. The scribal art is a goot lot. The scribe has a good protective spirit and a clear eye and this is what the royal palace needs.”
- Sumerian School Teacher, 1150 B.C.

It’s in a tiny frame and in front of my face all the time.

It’s a very inspiring little corner of the world for me.

I want Jane Wagner’s desk and Liz’s Rolodex but where do I go with my clutter?

Women of wow thank you for the great pic’s. The are all wonderful desks and each so different than the other. Although my husband built my desk, I identify with Liz’s the most. On My desk there are lots of piles of “I haven’t gotten to that yet” as my husband tries to rifle through things.

I love and hate my desk. It is built in - about 6’ wide and 30” deep. Large file drawers, a pull out for my printer. All the wires disappear underneath through holes in the back of the top. Above me looms bookshelves to the ceiling about 14 ft up. After we built it I realized how hard it was going to be to get books down from there. I love it because it is beautiful and functional, I hate it because I have to be here so much.

Willa Cather wrote “Death Comes for the Archbishop” by hand on a wooden table with one drawer in a 8x12’ frame building with one window in the backyard of her parents’ “new” house in Red Cloud, Nebraska. We’ve come a long way, babes!

These are great. Thanks so much for sharing them.

WOW, very nice …. thank you letting me in!

Wow indeed, thanks so much for sharing.

I totally LOVED this slide show!

Whew! Your desks look just as crazy as mine! Thanks for sharing these photos and bringing us into your offices!

I meant to say …. Thank you for letting me in!

And now that I have this second shot at posting … I like Joan Juliet Bucks’ style! However, I fear my modest digs looks a bit like Ms. Smiths’ on account there is stuff everywhere …. I know where to find every story I have every written, every unpaid bill and my favorite rag mag!

It wa such a friendly gesture to show us your desks. Women taking themselves seriously and making a place of their own. Thanks for the generous gift of yourselves.

what an artistic and interesting idea for a photo essay. it says a lot.

Does anyone know where we can get an Ernestine doll like that?