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Decisions, decisions


So I'm trying to decide if we should get this art desk, pictured at right, for Mallory for Christmas.

It's not exactly the most attractive desk, furnishing-wise, in the universe, but it holds a lot of stuff. And it looks sturdy, so Phoebe could use it when Mallory outgrows it. And it's not that expensive. And it holds a lot of stuff! Did I say that already?

Mallory has a ton of arts and crafts supplies and lately her very favorite thing to do is "projects." She asks to do a project about fifty million times a day. And we don't really have a good place for her to do these projects. We have a kitchen table, but, you know, we often have to eat there. We have a huge dining room table, but it's mostly covered with other kinds of junk and really, it's almost too big for her to sit at comfortably. So her art supplies are in constant movement between the kitchen and the dining room, or sometimes the living room, and I swear if she asks me one more time to find her markers or her paper or her "kid scissors" I will scream.

So I think she needs her own place. And I think she would actually really LOVE to have her own desk to work at. We could put it in our living room and she could project to her heart's content.

I'm just wondering if it would just become another horizontal surface to collect junk. I'm wondering if she would never use it at all. And then we'd have this unattractive plastic stuff-collector in our living room.

Your thoughts?

Comments

MomofK9s said…
Krista-
I know we had the discussion but I say yes! go for it! And when she says "Where are my markers or paper or whatever" you can say "In your desk, in your desk in your desk"! :-)
2:21 PM
Anonymous said…
Ok, I got Rhett a desk like this when he was two (I know, too young) thinking he would use it and I finally sold it in a garage sale last year. The boys liked to climb on it and jump off it. Yes, they are boys. This one seems to hold more things than the one I got, but to me, it was just a big space taker. Sorry, no help. I am sure Mallory would enjoy it though. Or you could get her a rolling cart and put all her stuff in it and then she could do projects wherever she wants and still know where they are. I hope I didn't burst your bubble, but I wasn't a fan of the desk but there are big differences in boys and girls.

aimee
5:56 PM
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