Yesterday I worked so hard that by the end of the day, I was too tired to remember what I did! I only realized how much got done by comparing the before and after pictures.
Let me explain. A few days ago, it became really clear that we didn’t have enough shelf space, even for our newly-thinned book collection. A trip to IKEA gained us a lovely modern looking shelf for the dining area and a “bridge” piece to go above some taller bookcases. Both went together easily, because we are experienced IKEA builders. The modern piece fit well and was quickly filled with our prettiest travel and cookbooks
However, the bridge piece was more problematic. It weighed a ton and, when Grandpa Nelson and I excruciatingly lifted it to the top of the other bookcases, it looked awful. Too big. Not matching. I thought Auntie Bridgett was going to cry.
We sat and stared and wondered what to do next. As we usually do, we heard everyone’s ideas and compromised between them. We unloaded all the bookcases, so that the books were running down the hallway and into the master bedroom, and took the bridge down. Then we moved the not-suitable bookcases to the other wall, moved the matching ones to the right wall, and put the bridge back up. Oy and vey.
Then, of course, the books had to go back up. My mother was a librarian and could do the Dewey Decimal system in her head, but space constraints made me less accurate. I am happy if most of the history and biographies are together. I blended humor and children’s books. I even squished my journals in with travel books, on the flimsy justification that I journal a lot when we travel.
And at the end of the day, when my back hurt and I was hungry, thirsty and so tired I could hardly see straight, I looked up and there was a room! Not a pile, a room, with space on the floor. There was still work to be done, but since it was First Friday and Auntie Bridgett’s art was being shown at The SideStreet Arts on 28th Avenue, we had places to be. We walked over to our old Neighborhood for dinner at the Ankeny Tap and Table and then a visit to the Gallery. It was nice to see her collages and Mugshots mingling with the other quirky art! I am so proud of her.
Then it was time to head home and sleep like rocks. Which we did.
AND today, with advice from Auntie Bridgett and lots more trips up the step ladder, I have gotten the room put together. The guest bed is made. Pictures are on the wall. Trinkets live with the books on the shelves and sewing and craft supplies are properly deployed.#