#rather than having a couple of 120wide/120 tall fixed shelf bookcases to deal with

[mctreeleth]

I have been mildly miserable with my sewing room setup for the whole 3 years I have lived here, just because it seemed better to live with being only mildly miserable than suffer the unbearable misery of trying to rearrange the truly horrifying amount of textile craft supplies I have accumulated over the last three decades. But a couple of weeks ago something in my brain snapped; I spent a week devoted to looking in second-hand furniture shops and doing complicated comparisons on the IKEA and Bunnings websites, and then on Tuesday before I had figured it out but more importantly also before I had decided it was all too hard I started going through all the tubs that were in the way of where I want all my pretty shelving to go, and moving them all out of the way for the still-hypothetical shelving, because otherwise the inspiration to fix things will have passed and I will go back to just being unhappy with, but resigned to, my mess.

And now my whole apartment is chaos, and I am miserable, unbearably, and without even the option of doing some sewing to make me feel better about it, because I moved the sewing table out of the way to take out all the stuff behind it. But hopefully, soon, half of the mild misery will be fixed, and I will be able to stop just having piles of fabric on the floor and inaccessible in tubs, and instead have another wall of pretty shelving for it all, and things will be a bit easier.

(And then I need to wait for my brain to snap about the other wall.)