As always, you'll have to excuse the horrible photography. I suck, and I don't know where the manual for my five-year-old camera is. Somebody please teach me how to use my camera. God. But you can kind of get the idea. Also: I don't clean my house for you, Internets. Consider yourselves friends.
everal weeks ago, Beloved and I came across some great bookshelves at Costco. Some assembly required. They weighed 200 pounds each. So we dragged them home and they sat in the garage for several weeks until we began to fear the snow melting off the wheels of the car would damage them forever.
And so, we opened the boxes. And this is what we saw.
Some assembly required. Like an hour and a half per bookshelf.
So we began. I must say these things are extremely well made, as we put them together entirely using only a Phillips screwdriver and our sore, sore hands and backs.
As always, we had the help of our useless construction crew.
She who sits on the instructions and the screws that you need.
She who thinks everything is a new house for her.
After an hour and a half and only one oops-those-are-the-wrong-screws mishap, we had the first of three bookcases assembled.
Only two more to go!
At this point, the little angel got totally bored with us and decided to embark on her own, super-time-consuming project. I love it when she does this. This time, she decided to build a train for her stuffed animals.
Project time: 45 minutes
She was the conductor.
No. Sleep. Till Brooklyn.
She actually grouped her animals by type. I have no idea where she gets this (see finished bookshelves).
To all the teams we've loved before.
Those needing special assistance (note pillow supporting the cat).
And this guy. Nobody really likes him.
After the bookshelves were all assembled, they looked like this:
It's a horrible photo. But LOVE LOVE LOVE. And there was great rejoicing.
Beloved got some special treatment for all his back-breaking labor.
Finally, a spot for that Franklin Mint baseball stadium that got me on their mailing list for all eternity.
Poetry and plays section. (*sighs and falls over with joy*)
The Vicki Iovine would be the only book shown here that actually worked out for me.
Um, totally the best part of the bookshelf.
The little angel, ready for kindergarten homework.
Let's just review what this room used to look like.
Thank you, my love. Thank you for building me my library.
