Aug. 30
Where Do I Blog?
By Lynn Byrne. Katie over at Centsational Girl is having a fun party. Ok, so you may not think it is so fun, but us bloggers have got to get our jollies some how. She has asked bloggers to share photos of where they blog.
For me, that is not so easy. Right now I am writing this on the train to Manhattan using my iPad. So yes Virginia, I can easily blog anywhere. And yes darlings, the iPad is super cool and I am thrilled I forked over the bucks, despite the fact that it doesn’t have flash. Unless you live in outer space, you know what an iPad looks like. No need to upload a photo.
Pre- iPad purchase, I mostly blogged here, at my kitchen table. 
Close to the kids, but not so good for my degenerative disk neck. Turns out an ergonomic chair doesn’t work unless you sit in it. My proper desk chair lives up on the third floor in my home office.
In an effort to get me to use my office, I have embarked on a clean up. The space has a lot going for it. It is very sunny and has a lovely tree top view. It’s principal flaw is that it is so far from my boy cave in the basement that the kids could be killing each other down there and I would have no clue.
Oh and it is not very chic. I would describe it as utilitarian. Moreover, sentiment, not style rules. My desk accessories say it all—handmade by my (much younger) boys. 
My neck saving plan is to draft my posts in the morning in my office when the beastie boys are either in school or sleeping. Actually I just bought dictation software so I can speak my first drafts rather than type them ( MacSpeech). Another neck saver. Of course, similar to my proper chair, software doesn’t work unless you install it. Check back next week to see if I did.
Here are some shots of my office. 
The all-important chair. 
I do really like the floor lamp from Anthropologie, especially the embroidered butterfly shade. 
I know I need something above my desk. 
Playing up on that butterfly theme, I am considering framing this pic of a monarch butterfly I took earlier this summer to hang there. 
Back to my sentimental quality, also hanging by my desk are some old photos of my dad (inspirational for me ’cause he was always my biggest fan) and a framed letter from Caroline Kennedy and John Kennedy Jr. back from my Sotheby’s days when I worked on the fabled Jackie O. sale. That letter also serves as a reminder that I once was employed at a place where you couldn’t wear your jammies to work. 
In the afternoon when my natives have returned home and are restless (“When is dinner, Mom.”), I will go back downstairs and pick up my iPad. From there, I can surf the web for future post material, check comments (LOVE when I get them and wish I got more!!), email and Twitter, and read my favorite blogs. I sit right here to do that. Oh, and I also can start and monitor the all-important dinner in between doing all those activities. 
So now you know how the sausage is made (and I don’t mean what we are eating tonight).
PS: Thanks to Julia at Hooked on Houses for bringing me to the Censational Girl blog party post. You can see where Julia blogs by clicking here. Her pictures are a lot better than mine too.
All photos by Lynn Byrne for Decor Arts Now.








How cool that you have that framed letter from the Kennedy siblings! I’m jealous of your iPad. And I love your office. There’s so much character in that space with the window seat and built-ins, etc.
You are nice, Julia. I know I could do more with the space, but it always seems to fall to the bottom of the list. If I get myself up there more, maybe I will motivate to chic it up (but nothing could make me get rid of the kids’ ceramics!!)
Lynn
Love your blog, Lynn.
Thanks Candace! I have a blast doing it. Lynn
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