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Sunday, April 12, 2009
Before my daughter was born I had an entire wall of bookshelves built by my husband and I in a main floor spare bedroom. Since our house has only two bedrooms, the extra room (which contains this MDF monstrosity) is now Gillian's bedroom. My extensive book collection, greatly reduced as a prerequisite to domestic harmony, has been relegated to basement dwelling. New bookshelves have finally been built, four years later, but I am happy... very cold in the basement but happy.
A detail from my previous shelves.
My new bookshelves are not as pretty but quite functional.