As you may know, I fancy myself a good coupon-er. I have backed off a lot in the last year or so, but I still have a respectable stockpile. It has been a bit of a mess in my “back closet” where I store extras. For Christmas I asked for one thing: shelves. Tim wanted to build them, I wanted to buy them. I had a set of the PVC-type shelving that he insisted on buying a couple of years ago despite my protestations that those were NOT what I wanted or needed. Now he was insisting, again, that he knew what I needed and I was prepared to be pissed off.
I was wrong. I have my big girl panties pulled up tight enough to admit when I make a mistake.
He did an OUTSTANDING job and I love, love, LOVE my shelves. Voila! See my shelves with (most) of my stuff on them:
Hey, don’t be hatin’ on my beautiful shelves or on my stockpile (‘cuz that’s not even half of it).