But I'm getting way ahead of myself. Let's back up and, as Maria Von Trapp would say, start at the very beginning (a very good place to start).
So, it was high time to finally clean out my books and the closed cabinets on our bookshelf unit. (Ikea, natch, purchased eight years ago.) Like a lot of people who read design blogs and magazines, I decided at one point to get all cutesy and arrange my books by color. (Even if, deep in my English-major soul, I knew it was so, so wrong. For me, anyway.)
Well, it ALL came out, onto my living room floor.
Finally, days and days and four boxes of donated books later, I put it all back together.
So this is where things stood, post-purge. Everything in the room was cleaned up, dusted, and returned to normal.
HA. HA. HA. Aren't I funny? Nothing, and nobody, was going anywhere. Time to re-arrange.
It was an improvement, but it could be better. I stared at the blue drapes. There are white sheers behind them. How very JC Penney's of me! My future plans for this room include deep blue paint on the white wall, and textured, white linen curtains against that, with bamboo shades to block the intense sunlight. But until that happens, I assumed the drapes had to stay, like permanent fixtures. Or not. What if I took them down now?
the lampshade dance.)
So the moral of this episode is: sometimes (most times) you have to live and work with what you've got, and sometimes, you've gotta work hard to wrestle a space that you love out of pieces you've evolved away from.
I'm linking up with Jules at Pancakes and French Fries every Thursday as part of her 2012 William Morris Project.