Bookshelves, continued

Last weekend, I decided to capitalize on The Container Store's biannual Elfa sale (thanks to Dane, I actually knew about this!) and buy a series of shelves to bridge the gap between my desk and my wardrobe. I measured the width and then went to the store to buy some shelves. Except that the store's computers were all down, and when the Elfa specialist started asking me questions, I actually had no idea how wide my track was. Or the width of my current shelves. Or even how many I had of them. Oh. Pretty much the little information I did have to share, made her quite certain that it was going to be impossible to shove a series of 24" wide shelves into a space that was only 23.75". Ok, fine. So I went home, went online, and proceeded to order everything I thought I needed, anyhow. I did measure again, one more time, and the 23.75" seemed to worked, in my own weird logic. I also reconciled myself to the fact that I would most likely need to go back to the Container Store at least one more time, because it rare when I actually get it right the first time, with regards to these sorts of things. Thankfully, unlike my dad, I don't just try to make it work by sticking epoxy on it.

That being said, all of the Container Store stuff arrived on some day this week. Maybe Thursday. The thought of having to actually install the shelves, which meant moving everything off half the shelves, getting the drill out, using the drill, etc. Ugh. What a hassle. I wish this stuff just came already done. But I am just lazy. So I came home last night from work, and without thinking, or even snacking, I jumped into the project. I had faith that it would work. And holy shit, everything JUST fit. PERFECTLY. There is barely a 1/16" of an inch between the shelves and the wardrobe, which is perfect. Perhaps I should get a part time job at the Container Store on the weekends? Needless to say, I was up until 2am. Because I could not just throw my stuff up on the shelves, I had to put it into some sort of order. And then, I had to vacuum the whole apartment, and wash the walls, and somehow, the next time I checked, it was two in the morning. I fell asleep looking at my shelves. 

And this morning, when I woke up, they were still there! Looking so lovely in the morning sunshine. It was such a splendid way to wake up — I mean, surely there are other, nicer ways to wake up. But this was pretty damn lovely. I lay there for at least ten minutes reflecting...there is something very reassuring about bookshelves and seeing all of your books neatly, and patiently, lined up waiting for you to read them.