My friend Jeanne's recent post on controlling books sparked a rather lengthy conversation with my husband regarding our study. When we bought the house this particular room was a cave of 70's paneling, dark blue industrial carpeting and curtains that fell apart when touched. How could form and function ever meet when they couldn't even see each other?
Two days ago at 1pm my husband phoned to ask if we could move everything out of the study so we could begin painting. Done. An evening and afternoon were spent priming the walls while a quick search on Craigslist yielded a lovingly used 6'x 6' Ikea Expedit bookcase. Whew. Well, actually we borrowed Mrs. N's Mister who so kindly helped move the behemoth. Whew.
Last night we went to pick out a paint color - usually a lengthy process and one that seldom goes my way. That may be the only down point to being married to a color scientist. This time it was quick and painless though and "Distant Star" will soon grace our walls.
Pictures may follow...that is if I ever find my camera amongst the piles of books.