When we moved to our current home we put all the furniture from my former craft room into the “back room, ” making it an office of sorts. I had a cabinet with doors that housed my some of my scrapbooks. The rest were stacked on various shelves. As that room became the designated playroom, I decided to move all of my stuff out of there. That effort is about 70% complete.
My criteria for a place for my books is that it would be easy to get to, so we could read them, but not so easy that Colin might pull them down on his head and knock himself out. Or possibly wreck the books. But mostly I worry about his noggin.
I didn’t want the books in the basement because I want to keep them away from potential leaks and loads of dust. I thought about the living room bookshelves, but they a not deep enough. So, I decided to try moving the cabinet into the living room.
Corey graciously moved the big cabinet for me. As I suspected, the last of Colin’s missing soothies was under there! I knew it had. To be there, but could never locate it. I trashed it before the boy noticed.
Anyway, as soon as the cabinet landed in the living room I knew it wouldn’t work. The current set upon bookshelves and fireplace is nicely balanced, and this cabinet would throw it off. So poor Corey had to drag it back.
In the end, I made peace with having the books in the playroom. I did some rearranging and put all of them into the cabinet. Colin doesn’t mess with the cabinet, the books are safe and accessible, and all in one place.
With that, thing #18 is complete!
