One of the things about getting married is that you’ll have to transition to a new lifestyle. New ways to look at things. New places to PUT your things.
One of my favourite things that I brought with me from my parents’ place is my old IKEA bookshelf. I remember paying a pretty penny for it (or what seemed like a pretty penny when I was still a student): it’s tall, it’s sturdy and it’s carried the load of my voluminous collection of books for years.
But it’s not enough.
When I moved out from my parents’ place, I left a lot of their furniture and storage space behind me as well. I left books behind for charity and figured I’d carry only what I’d actually use or re-use. If my mancave weren’t such a hot mess due to the lack of storage space, I’d show you what I mean.
But it’s a simple problem and solution here:
PROBLEM: Need more storage space for my wonderful books
SOLUTION: Buy a new bookshelf!
I wish it were that easy. However, in order to solve this problem, Sarah and I made our way over to IKEA — I’d looked online and knew that they didn’t make my favourite model anymore, but I assume that I could find SOMETHING to complement the bookshelf I already had.
How very, very wrong I was.
I was totally unimpressed by what I saw, and was convinced that this couldn’t be the same IKEA I’d visited years ago! But my friends on Facebook and Twitter thought differently:
So that’s the funny thing about quality — while part of what defines quality is what society tells you is deemed to be low and high quality, it’s all totally relative to where you are in life. How you were raised. Who you keep around you. While one person wouldn’t be caught dead with anything but their $500 Italian leather shoes, another might be pleasantly surprised by the quality of the $30 loafers they got from Payless.
So I’ll be shopping around for a bookshelf or two. Sarah’s already been sniffing around on Craigslist to find something that I might actually like. Until then, the mancave will resemble more Neanderthal than crystal — but this too shall pass.
Today I was also reminded that men and women shop VERY differently… but that’s a post for another day.
–Casey E. Palmer