Today, the bookshelf. Tomorrow, the world! It's weird that I only have one half-sized bookshelf in my living room. This might explain why my cedar chest is covered in piles of books. What can I say? I grew up on books, and I keep them around to this day because I love to read. :shrug:
I'm going to post this differently, because, well, I kinda didn't realize that it would be easier to take pictures of the disaster area with the plant temporarily relocated until I took the after pictures--because I had to move the plant to clean the area! So, here's the whole slew of before pictures of the mess.
Much of the papers on the floor were things that had fallen off the armrest of the couch, as I'd sit on the couch and open mail, and put the opened mail on the armrest, and the mail would fall, and then it would pile up into an archeologists dream. Or something like that. At any rate, none of those papers belonged there, and almost all of them needed to be recycled. Except the ones that needed to be filed. We won't even start with all the random things in front of the books on the bookshelf. Some of them could stay there peacefully (like my stereo remote and camera) and some simply had to move (like my crochet hooks).
Really, that box of winter stuff doesn't belong on that bookshelf, but it doesn't fit in the entry way shelf (which it was bought for!), so for now, it sits there, prominently displayed on a day the temperatures here soared into the mid-90s with high humidity. Yuck.
Of course, now my pile of papers to shred and my pile to file are growing. I should get around to doing both of these things one of these days...
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