I finally got around to fixing up this desk for Saskia:
I've wanted a craft table for her for a long time. I don't mind scratches and glue on our kitchen table, but clearing it five times a day for snacks and meals becomes tedious. When we moved here two years ago and I found this desk sitting outside with a stack of paint cans on it, I earmarked it for Saskia:
I used a leftover can of white oil paint to cover all of the desk but the top, which was gouged and buckled beyond repair. I staple gunned a piece of vinyl (purchased online for $8) to the top. Those polka dots are covering a multitude of sins. And it's an easy-wipe surface that is simple to replace should Saskia destroy it or Leif eventually want the desk for his room.
There's a bin on her desk for those treasures that I come across every day that I'm loathe to throw out because I see the potential for seven-year-old crafting: bits of ribbon, extra buttons, sales tags, packing peanuts, tiny boxes.
Saskia was delighted with the desk and is putting it through its paces. A little too eagerly, actually. When I get up at six, I can see the light on under her door. When I check on her, she's sitting at the desk in her pajamas with a row of completed crafts in front of her, gluing feathers onto yet another popsicle stick. I'm not sure what time she's been getting up.
Yesterday she said, "Do you know what I would love to have on my desk?"
"A jar for your beads?" I guessed.
"No. A computer!"
And I must confess that this morning, I brought my laptop up to her new desk. Working with the sun streaming in her room and glowing pink vinyl as a backdrop is very pleasant. But it's going back in my study before she gets home at 3:30.
(See Yvestown's tutorial for details on table stapling.)