My mom gave me a table lamp made from an empty bottle of Bombay Gin. It's been sitting in our storage room for like, twenty years.
It's on my desk between my French flag and the piture on a tropical island from some calendar that my boyfriend framed and gave to me. That lamp is the focal point of my desk, really, framed neatly by my shelves, which are lined with my rock collection and my books on homosexuality in Japanese culture. There's also a few kitty figurines, some Russian nesting dolls and a couple offical Marvel licensed Iron Man "statuettes."
In short, I now have the most awesome desk ever.
Thanks, Mom.