I’m so annoying when I get an idea stuck in my head.
Like, truly obnoxious. Like, seriously, get away from me because you are driving me bananas.
The thing is, I get excited when I have ideas. Wicked excited. Like, good-GOD-will-you-relax excited.
The effect is only amplified when the idea is also a solution to a problem that has been plaguing me for a while.
You know there’s a story coming along with this revelation, right?
So as you know, I’ve been a bit frustrated with our “office” situation. Namely, in my ideal situation we would have a whole room dedicated to office-y things. But, alas, it turns out one-bedroom apartments are not like houseplants in that they don’t sprout extra limbs willy-nilly. (Limbs equating to rooms here…)(What?)(Moving on.)
The point is, I have accepted that the office dream is put on hold. I HAVE ACCEPTED IT. What I have not accepted? Living with the messy desk that we have currently.
Which brings me to my point. Finally.
I should point out that the credit actually goes to a commenter who suggested we get ourselves some built-in shelves.
That happened on Thursday.
On Thursday night, I spent a good ten minutes staring at the desk imagining it with floating shelves on the wall.
On Friday morning, I started googling floating shelves to compare prices.
On Friday afternoon, I searched “desk shelves” and “floating shelves” on Pinterest. Just to see.
Around 2:00 p.m., I casually mentioned to the hubs over gchat that I was thinking about adding shelves above the desk. He was receptive to the idea.
Around 2:05, I told him that Home Depot seemed to have the best price, especially since I wouldn’t have to buy them online and pay shipping. He agreed that was a good system.
At approximately 2:15, I told him I was going to stop at Home Depot on the way home.
Want to know why? Because I literally COULDN’T wait to get crackin’ on this idea. I’m like the home decor equivalent of these kids:
I would be embarrassed. If floating shelves and marshmallows weren’t so awesome.
The point is, I got to it. I bought the shelves that night. (Though I actually bought mine at Target. I would link to them, but they are apparently no longer available online. Just go to Target, find floating shelves, and they’re probably the ones I bought.)
I came home that night, cleared everything off of the wall behind the desk, and started drilling holes. Then I hit a road block.
The shelves came with a set of anchor screws and regular screws. You’re supposed to drill the anchor screws into the wall, then attach this piece of metal that the shelves themselves hook onto with the regular screws. Unfortunately, the anchor screws that came with the shelves were not what you would call…sturdy.
In fact, they split right down the middle when met with the slightest bit of pressure. Which left me with four GAPING holes in my wall and no way of covering them up.
And enter my temper tantrum.
The fact is, the biggest downside to getting “toddler going to Disney” excited about things is that when it doesn’t happen, you respond with an equally toddler-esque pout fest. I mean, I got over it. But I was majorly bummed for a while. Plus, I had just torn my living room apart making room for the shelves, and now it would have to stay that way until I could get to the hardware store to buy new anchor screws. Le sigh.
Anyway, eventually, it got done. Here’s a quick reminder of what it looked like before:
I mean, right? Disaster. There is so much going on there, it stresses me out just looking at the photo.
Now here’s how it looked after I had installed the shelves:
Ok, ok. I see where we’re going now. There’s definitely more white space, which is nice. (The eye needs resting place, yo.) Then I got to work whipping everything into shape. Which left me with this:
So much better, right? Ugh, I feel like I can actually breathe looking at that. Although…
It’s just…it’s nothing.
No, what is it?
It just seems a little…bare. Right?
Hmm…I see your point. What do you think we should do?
Well…I was thinking something like….THIS:
Whoooaaa! Where did all that come from??
Well, that’s a bit of a story. And our lovely audience has already sat through a rather long post. So let’s save it for later, shall we?
Side note: I really need to start taking pictures during the day. The lighting in my apartment is obviously awful. The trials of being a “housewife” who works full-time. Womp.