My first ever shelfie

Monday, January 20th, 2014

If you think you've seen something odd, you probably have

Never has one man been so proud of a set of new bookshelves. Well, that's probably not true, but it's close.
Over the weekend I helped my Dad (for "helped", read "watched and sometimes helped") put together the new Ikea shelves which had been lying dormant and untouched in a pile of boxes behind my sofa since before Christmas.
The shelves have transformed my front room. Beautiful floor to (almost) ceiling structures which house all of the books which were on the shelves previously, plus more (you will notice some empty shelves. Well, I need to get some more books out of storage to fill the space, it's not staying like that!).
The organisation and layout of the shelves is a work in progress but the basic fact remains - they look great. Or at least they do in comparison to what we had before, and sadly I didn't think to take a "before" pic to demonstrate. But trust me, these are better.
I never want to go out now, because I keep admiring my bookshelves, rearranging them or thinking of ideas for what to put on them. Sad, I know, but we're all bewitched by the mundane from time to time.
I'm sure it'll wear off...

EDIT: Some readers have expressed confusion over exactly whose shelves these are. They are mine, my Dad put them together in my house for me. And I watched.