Here she was before, in all her glory.
The frontal view was bad enough. Her profile was even worse.
Take the bookshelves, for example.
That's where I hide the paperbacks, movies, and other ugly ducklings from all eyes but blog eyes.
Because apparently, what I'm too ashamed to show my friends, I am perfectly willing to herald about on the world wide web. It wasn't bad enough that I had stacked books and movies two rows deep, I also have the lazy habit of horizontal book shooshing.
Something had to give.
Since I'm utterly unwilling to purge a book, I decided to bank on the domino theory of organization. I finally gave my useless set of World Book Encyclopedias to Good Will...
Which freed up that shelf for the husband's commentaries...
Which freed up that shelf for movies and tapes...
Which freed up the bookshelves for this
The rest was just a matter of purging
and then reshelving
the stuff deemed useful or sentimental.
Do you think there's something fundamentally flawed in a person who keeps
a prenatal aerobics cassette tape
when her youngest child is 19?
Please say no...
Or the little stool that she made at church camp in 1974?
I actually pulled that little stool down to use in the made over closet. I figured if I had a better way to reach high schelves, it might have a better chance of staying tidy.
I did give it a little makeover, too, though.
I sanded off the four layers of bible camp shellac and painted her black.
Then, I did a little decoupage therapy on the top
to get over the death of the shiny red Kodak.
Those are the signatures of poets and authors.
I just ran them off and crumpled up the paper until it looked old and crinkly.
I think it fits the space perfectly.
I'm feeling so good about my victory over this innie monster that this week,
I might just peek under the bed.