Last week, I arrived home to a very excited Squish. "THERE IS A SURPRISE FOR YOU," she declared, and led me downstairs to my office, where I discovered that Felicia had assembled my new "analog" desk. "DO YOU LOVE IT SO MUCH?" Squish demanded.
And I do. I love it so much.
My office now features two separate workspaces. There's the "digital" workspace, where I conduct the editing and refinement of my work, where I answer emails, where—when I work from home—I do the business of a user experience designer, drumming up wireframes and prototypes and things.
And there's the new "analog" desk, where I write new things by hand, or keep up my journal, or plan new projects, or sketch early wireframes or storyboards of things, or just doodle.
The new desk is identical to the first, which scratches that itch I have for symmetry. I've already laid out the tools for my next project:
When I'm at the digital desk during my working hours, Squish has laid claim to the empty space. She already loves spending time in my office; now she has a place of her own to do the work of being six.