If I happened to be a princess, I wouldn't ask for much. Just a wall full of books and loads of time to read them. Since J and I have been married, it has been an ongoing joke between us that he would never buy me shelves. I asked for them once and he said that 'Army families couldn't have shelves because they'd just get damaged or broken in the various moves we'd have to make and no one makes a good, sturdy shelf anymore so we'd just have to wait until we got out of the Army'. I'm paraphrasing here, but I'll tell ya- that's pretty spot on to what he told me.
Naturally, I thought he was joking, but as the years go by, I'm starting to believe him. The man won't buy me bookshelves.
When we arrived at Ft. Benning and began house shopping, I immediately fell in love with the built in bookshelves in the house we ended up renting. I walked in the front door, saw the lovely, tall shelves, and whispered in awe, "this is the one."
Remember them?
They were fabulous. So much room for literary geniuses (and ok, let's be honest, some delightful vampire novels)! So much room for little knick knacks.
But now I've got this:
(Not the baby bump- praise the Lord!)
Those awful little cube shaped shelves. Now, I know they have their place. I have this one because it was originally in my very own craft room that no longer exists due to lack of space. And I'm sure it will look sweet as pie when I move it to Baby K's room to organize his toys later on in life.
But really...
It's no place for books.
I mean, they need room to breathe...
Like here:
or here:
One day, when I grow up...
I'll have bookshelves.
Or maybe I'll wait until Captain J goes out in the field and sneak them in then. Either way, "it will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine!" (Name that movie for cool points.)
Anyway, thanks pinterest, for letting this (wannabe) princess dream.
XOXO,
Mrs. K
