So since said baby shall require room and board, I had to move all my supplies of a crafty nature to the "bonus" room, which now functions as a craft room, office, music room, exercise room, lounge area, playroom, and casino. (Hint: only one of these is a lie.)
The solution? Murphy desk that son'bih!
I got the plans from Ryobi Nation, snagged some pine from my new lumber source, and the usual festivities ensued: measuring, measuring again, sawing, sanding, gluing, pocket hole jointing, hinging, swearing, priming, painting, clear coating, hardware-ing, wedging, mounting, and then filling up with my sexy-sexy art supplies.
What's that? You wanted a closer look at that organization porn? I'm happy to oblige.
And of course, it wouldn't be Murphy if it didn't fold up nice and compact. I went with a chalkboard on the front face and Christian took it for its maiden chalky voyage. (And you know that means I had to erase something mildly inappropriate before snapping the picture.)