Jared is a rockstar and built that shelf to my dream-specs. TEN FEET of glorious shelving. I was so grateful. Let me walk you through my thought-process. We have one-story, no basement, no play-room. Kids come with a bunch of junk and most of it I don’t really want to look at all of the time. This low-bookshelf has become our toy-closet. The crates and file boxes house all of it and are much more enjoyable to look at for me. And it makes clean-up time a breeze because everything has a place. And (as you may have learned by now) I love hosting parties. The height of this bookshelf is perfect to double as a buffet. (As seen in Elsie’s baby shower). I normally have that lamp on and it makes Callie’s eyes so blue. : )
Jared bought this book series for Callie’s first Christmas. They’re cute to look at, but they are SO old that the language is almost unbearable to read, so we think it’s funny when Callie brings one over and asks us to read it.
Since Callie doesn’t go to any type of school or day-care and isn’t getting any of that good ‘structured learning time’, I tried organizing the boxes by category, so that we could have “art time” or “music time” or “building blocks” time. We clean up one box, before we get down the next one. The “music” box is always incorporated as we watch ‘the Voice’. haha. (I might be training my daughter to become a diva, whoops.)
So a lot of work went into this little space. Painted the walls from red to gray. (which i feel allowed so much more light into our house!) The photo montage came down. (But, I painted the frames white and it will be making its appearance on a different wall shortly. In a slightly different arrangement.) Found the white file boxes at Hobby Lobby. The plain crates came from Michael’s and I sanded and stained them. The other two crates were found at flea markets and were sanded. If you’re worried about those cameras being in Callie’s reach, I can tell you they are nearly indestructible. She played with them the first couple days that they were at eye-level, but probably hasn’t touched them in a month or so. I don’t mind if she wants to play with them. My entire soul lights up when my eighteen-month-old comes up to me looking through a vintage camera and shouts “Cheese Momma!!!!” : )