I just know that you are chomping at the bit to see my new couch that you're not gonna like. It's keeping you up nights. You're peeking in my windows like the neighborhood perv, (let's call you, "Lester the Molester") for a sneeky peaky of this couch you're just not gonna like. Ants are in your pants, your pants are on fire, etcetera etcetera.
But. . .
we're gonna revisit the music room shelves. I'm sorry.
But peeps, I plowed through it. I put on my big girl pants and got up on a step stool and. . . .
And I filled holes, and I taped off stuff 'n everything. And did I love it?
I think I might need a paint sprayer if paint and I are gonna go on this way.
Okay--this is where I pat myself on the back.
All my skads and gobs of sheet music that used to lie all over, on top of, and around the piano, are now so organized, that my sloppy self almost can't stand it. Christmas, church, choral-- they've all got their own folder.
This might be the most organized thing in my house. Ever.
Clearly, "Awesome Piano Solos" is my favorite. Do you have some suggestions for me? I need some more awesome piano solos because I'm a tad bored with my current stuff.
Thanks in advance.
See the entire thing?
I want you to know, that this does not take up an ounce of walking room in this little hallway. It juts out 2 and 1/2 inches total, and it's the exact size of the beam that comes out of the wall. This beam, here:
Yep. It all just fits inside there. Hubs can't complain about that, am I right?
Also had to work around a air return vent, the thermostat, and an old, unneeded doorbell box.
Now, let's be honest. I staged my music bookshelves. That's what bloggers do, right? We pretend that everything has the perfect little additions and tchotchkes, but really we're just moving crap around for a picture.
A picture, people.
You must know they're not really going to look like this. Expect the bottom two rows empty, so as to keep the little ones from tearing music apart. Expect it stuffed with bright and loud kids piano practice books, and my violin ain't staying.
Yeah, I'm telling you it'll look like poo in the next few days.