My office is starting to take shape. Tonight we hung some shelves that we've been dicking around with for almost two months.
This is why my house is still so bare: it takes me forever to decide what I want to do, then forever to decide how I want to do it, and then 15 forevers to actually do it.
You'd think propping some boards on some brackets would be simple, but you would be wrong. Because you have to shop for the brackets, hate all the ones you see, hunt for them fruitlessly online, find some in a catalog, dither endlessly about which of those to get, get around to ordering them, wait for them excitedly, and stack them neatly on the air hockey table.
After that you have to find a suitable board (I've decided there is nothing I want at Home Depot, ever, which is a shame because it's the only hardware store within five miles of my house). Oh, and once you've found it you can't forget to let this giant board sit behind your couch for several weeks while you decide exactly where to put the shelves.
At some point you realize you have to borrow a circular saw, so you do, and you let it ride around in your trunk for a week while you decide how big the shelves should be. By then it's time to go on vacation--no complaints there--and upon your return, you're finally ready to cut the board. So you mark the cuts with a pencil.
Three days after that, you cut the board.
It seems wise at this point to leave the boards sitting on the floor while you attend to other matters, so you do. A week later you sand them. Finally, after saying each day for four days that this is the day you're going to put up the damn shelves, you just put up the damn shelves. And, let's be fair, you actually enlist your partner to do most of the work.
It takes less than an hour. And while they look nice, they are just. fucking. shelves.
And that is why I never do anything ever, the end.
As simple as they are, they do look good, and I finally have a place to display my world-famous toy rhino collection.