We have shelves! These babies have been in the plans since the beginning, and it's so very nice to see them here at last.
My dad came late last week, bringing his magical mystery van of tools and hardware and shelf-parts. I love my dad. He used to be a boy scout, and his old den leader would surely be proud today, for my father is nothing if not Prepared.
As he turned our living room into a pop-up woodshop for the afternoon, I worked on my laptop in the other room, emerging periodically to rub my hands together and cackle with glee. Looky looky looky.
This week, I'm working on painting the thing (it arrived primed), and then I will be looking forward very muchly to filling it with books and pretty things. I might even have to log some hours antiquing, with the very reasonable excuse that our annual house party is coming up and, well, we can't have an empty shelf now, can we?