The great fake out worked. Clover returned home and was wowed by her room. So wowed she didn't even notice that anything was missing. She loves the work table in her room and also thanked me "for making her room easier to clean up," by which I think she meant the two labeled, pink plastic bins in her closet, but really it will be easier because I removed all of the clutter.
She sat down immediately and got to work.
She wasn't alone for long.
Clover's not the only one with a new table. We headed out yesterday to the monthly Alameda antiques/flea market and I found a table for my sewing machine. This means no more moving everything around so I can sew and no more banging my knees into my desk as I work the pedal. I didn't set out to buy furniture, so when we found it, we were only able to scrounge up $53 and it was one of those great moments when even though it was marked well above that, the vendor took pity on us and gave it to us for what we had. It matches my antique table/desk fairly well, which even Clover pointed out, kind of dashing my plans to paint and distress the sewing table.
Hooray for new work spaces!