There was a point tonight where, despite being nearly finished with the bookshelves, I almost surrendered to the sweet release of death and gave up. As I lay on the floor, however, surrounded by the shambles and detritus of what used to be my tidy family room, I had an epiphany. Well, actually, I saw this:
and realized that if we didn’t finish this now, the cats would spend the next several hours frolicking through my (relatively) tidy piles as they howled with glee, by the light of the moon. While I’m sure that this is exactly the kind of thing that they live for, it is also the kind of thing that’s going to drive me to drink so completion became mandatory.
In reality, of course, there was very little to finish when we started in on the bookshelves tonight. We had a couple of brackets to install and some small touch ups to complete, but other than that the main idea was just to move them in. Prior to doing so, I took a moment to take some “Before” pictures. I took a picture of a whole bookshelf, literary runoff and all.
Then I moved in closer for a shot of the overstuffed shelves.
It was right about this time, as I was thinking of how handy these new bookshelves would be and how nice the books will all fit on them that it dawned on me that I was going to have to move them. I minor annoyance – a trifle really. How many books could there be?
Nah. Not many at all. Did I mention that they’ve been crammed on the shelves with little to no regard for order and that they have to be sorted before they can go back? Yeah. Joyful.
Now, before I get to the “After” pictures, I find it worth mentioning that throughout this process of bookshelf creation there’s been a horrible niggling thought in the back of my head trying to tell me something about our already having perfectly serviceable bookshelves that are remarkably similar to these, the bookshelves of death. This is a thought that I’ve been working very hard at ignoring for several days now and which I will continue to ignore while also threatening the thought with harsh consequences for it’s dissidence. Like, if it doesn’t stop, I will remedy this problem by starting a new project for something we haven’t got already, like a schooner. Unfortunately, thoughts are often completely immune to posturing and idle threats and this one was no exception. Up until the very last second, when all the books were replaced and I had a moment to step away and have a look, the thought haunted me, skulking around the dark recesses of my mind and poking me in the retina with it’s pointy little fingers. Up until the last second. After I stepped back and had a gander…
…I was completely sold. These are much, much better than I gave them credit for.
Significantly tidier too.
And would you just look at that finish?
It seems worth mentioning, however, that there was one major downside to the new bookshelves. During the sorting, I found this little knitting kit full of easy patterns for short knitting projects.
I am trying desperately to ignore it’s siren song, but I’ll admit I have left it on my desk for further perusal. It had me at “beer cozy.”