Sometimes I try to craft an interesting post title, but other times, I just want to warn people how mundane it will be. This is one of the latter.
Larry needed a bookcase so I looked at the beat-up white cubes I was using and decided I needed one too. The new ones came in pieces and were assembled with one screwdriver and much swearing.
There's no discernible rhyme or reason as to what's on it. This is my dumping ground for books I look at
or read over and over because I love where they take me, and some that I
want to read -- unread books are EVERYwhere in this house, so that's
just a selection -- and some research that's really not underway yet, and the growing Complete Peanuts collection because it outgrew its previous shelf. If you see a classic in this group, it's probably one I have NOT read, with the exception of Robinson Crusoe which I pick up for serenity.
Those white cube-shelves have had a thousand uses over the years since around 1998. They're getting rather beat but are still useful for utilitarian purposes. Maybe a closet. Not sure yet.
Dismantling the cubes provided Downyflake with a Shelf Cat opportunity.
The striped afghan is the new work-in-progress. When I finished the previous afghan, my father dropped several hints that he wanted one. This one is for him and is proceeding as fast as I can manage. It's smaller, and it's not going to need a whole secondary project of sewing it together, and there is no pattern. No plan. Nothing. I pick up whatever shade of blue looks like it should be next. So what you see is only (I amaze myself!) 2 weeks' work and I hope to have it done in 6-8 weeks.
And that's the update!