For the past two months, we’ve been on an intense hunt for the perfect office desk. We’ve been to a dozen of antique and contemporary stores in Charlotte and scoured the Internet without any luck. Part of the problem was that our dream desk was very specific. It had to be about 40 inches wide (an odd size), fancy and ornate, and look good from both the front and the back. Oh, and it couldn’t cost $2,000. Obviously.
So today, we piled into the car and drove an hour north to Hickory, the ‘furniture capital of North Carolina.’
We went to fifteen stores over six hours. I am not exaggerating. FIFTEEN STORES.
Eventually, I felt like this:
But the Husband was still going strong. He can shop fo-ev-er. Shopping machine.
We took a break for some fuel. We were pleasantly surprised to find a vegetarian and gluten-free friendly restaurant in Hickory. It was called Crescent Moon Café.
We split the vegan nachos. Yum.
And I got the vegetarian French Onion soup (typically made with beef broth) – it was so good. And a salad.
Then…. it was back to shopping.
And more shopping.
Finally – I spotted a potential desk! Like a lion tracking down her prey, I quickly circled it, confirmed it fulfilled all our requirements (and checked the price tag), and then flung my body over the top of it. “Kriiiiistien! I FOUND A DESK!”
He came and inspected it (it’s for his office):
Tried it on for size.
And then… bless his soul… finally handed over his credit card.
Mission: Accomplished. I may never go shopping again.