I’m not sure why I agreed to do this again…I’m not really much of a meme player. I guess because I enjoyed playing so much last week! Anyways, the Swampwitch, who is hosting this week basically asked to see our messes. Well, this is what she said.
Plato said, “I can learn more about a person from an hour of play than in a year of conversation.”
Someone else said, “I can learn a lot about a person by just looking at their bookshelves and garage.”
So, Fun Monday’s challenge for June 25 is to post pictures of your bookshelves or stacks of books. Hopefully, we will be able to read some of the titles. If you want, while you’re at it, post pictures of ANY shelves…shelves with toys, dishes, collections, Aunt Gertrude’s ashes in an urn, etc. Also, post pictures of your garage, carport, or places where you store stuff.’ (No fair cleaning first, but if you must, maybe this will be the motivation to do so.)
It sounded like a good idea a week ago. After all, a whole week to tidy. Only…well, I’m not very good at tidying when there are so many other things to do…like staring at the wall or something. So…be kind. Please?
I went into Mimi’s room first as my very favorite bookshelf resides there. It’s the one KT and I painted while we did our little version of “while you were out for her”.
She keeps part of her pig collection in here and some books thrown in willy nilly. What concerns me is the sign on the side of the book shelf. It proclaims that side of the shelf as a “friend wall” and encourages her friends to autograph it. Obviously we need to talk.
Mimi gets her bookcase neatness naturally. We tend to just stuff books in a shelf where ever they will go. This is one of the bookshelves in our bedroom. It has mostly Shaun’s books. (Mine pretty much hang out at the library)
I don’t know that you can read the titles, but let me assure you that he has very eclectic taste. You can find a little of everything on our shelves (and we have several) Almost all of our bookshelves have this same look.
Swampwitch also wanted to see our garages. Sorry, it’s just not happening. I will, however, show you the Monster Closet as a consolation prize. This is a little finished space We call it the Monster Closet because we used to all crawl in there when the girls were little and sit in the dark telling monster stories. We slowly grew out of that stage and started storing stuff in there.
As it is the Monster Closet, I need you to help me out with the drama. So, dim the lights as we slowly walk down the stairs, start humming some suspense music. Slowly bring volume up. I’m slowly reaching out to turn the door knob with my camera in hand. Hum really loud now. The door is creaking open and suddenly we see a flash of movement. SCREAM! We see a bright flash of light as I struggle and finally manage to close the door. Whew, that was close! I download my photos to see what, if anything, was captured on film.
Oh no! One of our skeletons in the closet tried to escape! We simply can’t allow that to happen…
(See what happens the first time I manage to sleep in?)