after 8 long years. . . .

look what hollered at me from the side of the road:

the shelf - not the books.


yes, most of the time, these type of shelves seem less practical then nostalgic -but it HOLLERED and it hollered "FREE!"  I walked around swooning all day yesterday.  I have randomly committed my heart to this bookshelf for 8 years.  EIGHT YEARS.  since the very day I could not cram another book into my book basket.  "get a $10 bookshelf from the thrift store lady" you say. . . nay, nay. . . I am an anti-bookshelf sort of gal - well, mostly.  this beaut has been longed after in a nonsensical kind of way for long enough.  it's big, it's heavy, it's not functional enough to actually pay for, save for - so, I just dreamt about having one someday in a noncommittal kind of way.  then, there she sat.  right on the side of the road in all of her awkward, cool as folding-and-rolling jeans glory.  my heart leaped and joel knew.  his lady had wanted one too long to drive on by.  isn't it fabulous!?!  now, if only we could find a way to keep chateau from thinking it's his snack rack!  first victim: the velveteen rabbit.   sigh.