Ugly, unorganized bookshelf in my office. Believe it or not, I can find what I need on it. I really can. I just hate being wrong when my husband and I have a 'discussion', but I've come to realize that maybe, just maybe.... he might be a teensy bit correct on this one issue. 

This issue involving one of my passions.

You see, he has been hounding me about the sheer volume of books in our house.



"Books are not, could never be, clutter!" I tell him.



It's my mantra that I shout at him everytime he mentions clearing out the bookshelves or boxing up books.

"boxing up books! What are you crazy? Books never go in boxes in a garage!" I tell him.

Geesh, books are made for shelves. So that you can reach for them and read them whenever the mood strikes you.
We can NOT get rid of any of our books. They are my friends.

Geesh, books are made for shelves. So that you can reach for them and read them whenever the mood strikes you.
We can NOT get rid of any of our books. They are my friends.
This bookshelf is behind a fort 2b made- but you can still reach the books.



But, hmmmm..... maybe he is right. Darn it.







They can read and goof around.






