In my excitement, I may have let a detail or two slide. I realized this a few weeks ago, but it took me a while to decide that the humour in this situation outweighs my embarrassment.
Ever since my house flooded last summer, I've been scheming to make a library. You know that. You have all had to read many posts about the various stages of my plans. Really, though, those barely touch on my obsession. You have no idea how many hours I've spent combing through stores and the web, planning which pieces I'd use where.
The chaise lounge is the star of the room. I love it, and the granite table that's almost ready for its grande entrance. I'm still looking for the perfect side table and floor lamp. The bookshelves, even though they took 4 hours each to put together, are really quite great. The little detail that's preventing the new library room from coming together?
I forgot that almost all of my books floated away in the flood.
That's right. My library has almost no books. I've got a few of the goodies that I kept upstairs, but they fill maybe three of the cubbies in the new bookshelves. Until then, the shelves are bare. I am an idiot.
A Shout in the Night
5 hours ago