Deciding on the perfect shelf for my daughter’s room led to a re-arranging/moving/exhausting-switching-out of shelving units all over the house.
I LOVE shelves.
Seriously. They are my weakness. Somehow, I’ve arrived at a point where I can accept that little containers will not solve my slob-problems, and that they’ll just end up as clutter themselves.
But somehow, shelving units still call out to me at garage sales and in Target flyers. Even though they’re bigger, heavier, and much harder to get rid of than the little containers.
So here’s the shelf-drama from the weekend.
I had an empty shelf out in the garage:
I needed something that wasn’t a black hole to replace the black-hole-toy-box (which had some shelf-like-qualities) in my daughter’s room.
The garage shelf didn’t work, so I decided on the shelf that was in my office.
I could find a place for everything on the office shelf, but needed another shelf for the books.
Which meant that I needed to get the above shelf out of the master bedroom, which was not really a big deal because I purchased a bigger shelf for the master bedroom back in January and it’s been sitting in the middle of the floor (literally) since MLK Day when I put it together without any instructions.
The no-instructions part doesn’t really have any significance in this story. I’m just bragging.
So, let’s count. That’s:
- Crazy-heavy shelf from garage to daughter’s room.
- Evil toy-box from daughter’s room to entryway to wait for donation pick-up on Tuesday.
- Hutch from office to daughter’s room.
- Small shelf from master bedroom to office.
- Big no-instructions shelf from middle of master bedroom floor to back corner.
- Crazy-heavy shelf still sitting in the hall, waiting for me to decide what to do with it.
Plus all of the books going on and off with each move.
I was exhausted.
