About a hundred years ago, my grandmother's indulgent father bought her a mahogany student desk. Time came and time went, and her 5 sons used it. When I was 8, she gave it to me. It lives in the guest room because it is beautiful and small. Then I started tying flies...

The chest under the desk is my Best Fishing Buddy's first attempt to corral my materials and tools. Now it has casters to make it easy to pull out and get stuff out of. The drawers and all the little shelves in the desk make it a natural, and after I added the shelves above, decorated some boxes to hide their true character, and put all the rest of everything in them, it really works a treat to put stuff away when a guest comes. As long as they don't mind the faint smell of moth balls...

And you can't beat the light in the daytime! TV's across the room. Fridge's in the kitchen so I have to stand up and stretch now and then.