I am so stupendously grateful to my parents for their varied contributions to this project. It’s something I’m expecting to have and use for the rest of my life, or at least as long as I have legs to stand on.
I’ve been using a standing desk pretty consistently since the last trimester of my pregnancy, when I couldn’t sit for longer than twenty minutes without crying. (CK’s feet pushed very hard on my liver. Labour was nothing compared with this pain.) I had already got into the practice because I read a SMH article about how we did not evolve to sit down so much — it claimed that research had shown decreased heart disease and cancer rates among people who stood up to work. Something to do with using all the little muscles to maintain balance. WELL. Anyone who knows me knows that exercise is not a priority for me; also they’re probably aware I like to multi-task. (As I type I’m also knitting a smashing hat and solving the African debt crisis.) Getting work and fitness out of the way simultaneously? SIGN ME UP.
I started by moving work to a shelf in my office and, when I went on maternity leave, I got Dad to build me a slopey thing and some flaps we attached to the top of a cheap set of cube shelves. The whole thing was on castors and worked pretty well until A. the castors collapsed and 2. CK defeated my cunning ‘tack on a curtain and he’ll forget about Mama’s interesting work gear’ strategy. Clearly, I needed a cupboard. With a lock. And no open water bottles anywhere near any brand-new computers. (Still smarts, though only because the new computer has all sorts of gremlins the first was spared. Sigh.)
So I bought this:
We stripped it (I like shabby chic and Dad doesn’t, so I several times returned to his Super Shed of Excellentness to find much more timber and less attractive paint remnantage), sanded it, estapolled it, added a top and more flaps and much tougher castors and some nice timber shelves and an old clipboard clip. Now there is this:
I mean, really. Who could possibly complain about having to go to an office that looks that good? So thanks to my mum, for being right about the shorter castors and many other factors. And a special thanks to my dad, who made all my idiosyncrasies come true. I am very lucky.