When we bought our house, our living room looked like this. That awful gun-barrel grey paint on the pillars was scattered throughout the home.
Then after we'd lived here a couple of years, it looked like this.
We still disliked all that wasted space on either side of the fireplace and, despite our home full of bookcases, we still had books stacked here, there, and everywhere. So Mike has been hard at work, and here is the fruit of all his labor!
Look at all those lovely books that now have a home. And now we have lots of storage in the cabinets and the baskets on the first shelf.
We still have to install the crown molding on the top, but that is a project for another day. I, along with every other girl my age who first saw Beauty and the Beast in the theaters, dreamed of having my very own 5-story library with a ladder. And now my very own beast has built me my bookcases. Mike and I love them because they make the home feel so very us - stacks of children's books and Shakespeare and Aristotle anthologies.
Thank you, Mikey!