What My Furniture Says About Me, or Where have All the Men Gone?

Jacki wrote a post about her furniture today, so I thought I'd do the same. I was actually planning on writing about this particular piece of furniture, anyway, so now I can kill two birds with one stone . . .

This is my favorite piece of furniture and the one that I think represents me best:


It's my bookshelf, of course, and it's the dark brown version of Jacki's. I love, love, love it. (Please excuse the Swiffer box on far left, middle shelf . . .) The reason I love it is because it represents my love for learning EVERYTHING! I have reference books, science books, computer books, German books, religious books, creative fiction and non-fiction, and recipe books. All organized neatly. There are empty shelves for future growth, and everything's contained in a darkly stained wood, which is my favorite kind of stain. :)

Now, why the other title to this post? Well, it's a big shelf, and I needed help assembling it and anchoring it. Kevin helped me assemble it a long time ago, but it sat empty for a while because I didn't have it anchored to the wall. I didn't know how to anchor it, either. All I knew was that I probably needed a power drill. Every guy from church I asked, though, said he didn't have one. The guys also didn't know what kind of screws I needed to anchor it. So I had to find out on my own, screw them in myself, and wonder why I didn't know more masculine guys. In fact, after I anchored the thing, a couple of girlfriends said they had power drills. ??? (I know, I know -- I'm making stereotypical generalizations about what constitutes masculinity . . . Let's just skip the gender criticism for now.)

In all fairness, my friend Sam offered to help me last Sunday; he had just moved and finally had his power drill here in Georgia. But I told him it was too late. I had already finished the project myself. :)


Thing I'm thankful for: threaded drywall anchors. They're pretty neat!