Sometimes I daydream about having my own office. Right now, I use a hutch in the kitchen, which doesn’t allow enough square footage to personalize this space. When I have an empty nest, I can convert one of the kids’ rooms into my office.
As I thumb through magazines, I think about selecting all new furniture and cabinets for a cutting-edge, modern feel. My shiny office might be adorned with chrome and glass furnishings. I’d populate them with black office accessories and add a splash of color—maybe turquoise. But if everything is straight from the factory, my office will not project depth, complexity, warmth or wisdom.