I’ve been fiddling around with the bookcases in the living room trying to make them look curated, interesting and uncluttered. I haven’t totally succeeded, but at least my little black horses found a place.
Sometimes I dream of simple things made of plywood.
I’m wanting to find inspiration to take my lil’ bookcases to the next level. They’re bothering me but I can’t put my finger on WHY. I’ve had no satisfaction with any one interior arrangement since the bookcases were built. Maybe it might be the physical structure that is the true issue.
I want it cleaner, neater…better.
Paint inside? Plywood doors? Something…something…something…
Obviously this bookcase thing is an EXTREME pressing issue at the Brick House. No no no, its not the lack of a driveway, or absence of landscaping, or missing exterior door hardware, or a half painted house, or the unfinished bathroom, or giant holes in the walls that need to be patched. No, obviously we should work on the already finished bookcase. No wonder the Boy thinks I’m nuts.
The stupid bookcase thing has really gotten me crazy obsessing and I kind of feel like it could be a very simple solution…unlike rewiring the bathroom.