Wednesday, January 25, 2012


I bought a dresser today. I know, I know: big deal. But here's the thing. It kind of was a big deal. When my husband and I first married, we were both grad students and dirt poor. We made bookshelves from cinder blocks and pieces of 1x8 planks of wood because, really, bookshelves weren't optional for us. We shuddered at the expense, which could have bought us a week's worth of Mac-n-Cheese and hot dogs and Cheerios.

Before too long, we bought a "do it yourself" wooden table with a drawer which was big enough for both of us to use as a study desk if we sat kitty-corner. Then came a long stretch of no furniture until we had our first kid. Friends lent us a changing table and a crib, we were given a rocking chair, and my husband took a woodcraft class to make a futon couch for us. (I sewed the futon cushion. Yes, you can do that.) Oh, and we bought a chair at St Vinnie's for $6 so I'd have somewhere to feed the kid. I guess our family members got tired of not having anywhere to sit, because we acquired assorted hand-me-down furniture from them over the next few years.

But there was one thing we always found spare change for. Bookshelves.

We built our first (non cinder-block) pair between kid one and kid two. Rubbed it down with beeswax and used heater-vent sheeting for cool looking doors. Sweeeeeet, we thought. Then a couple more moves and we needed another bookshelf. And then another. And another couple. And then two more. The ratio of bookshelves to any other single piece of furniture in our home is really astounding. And we still don't have enough.

See? Here's proof: my writing desk as bookshelf.
So, you might expect that on a recent trip to IKEA, I would buy something useful for shelving books.

Only I soooooo didn't.

I know a dresser's not much, but I used WRITER INCOME to buy it! I've been working (writing) without a paycheck for twenty-five loooooong months.

And then, last month, my books caught some serious notice and suddenly I've been selling, selling, selling.

I wanted to celebrate, to mark the moment. I know bookshelves would seem like an ideal way to do that, and it was tempting!!! But the thought of buying myself a dresser felt so utterly frivolous, and after a bleak twenty-five months sans paycheck, I was ready to rock me some frivolity. What's your fave piece of furniture? Does it have a story? Tell me for a chance to win your choice of one of my e-books!


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  1. Replies
    1. Kelly, you're so welcome! Good luck! And if you don't win this time, there are a ton more happening for these books. (List here: )Hope that helps!

  2. This is like some kind of love story <3

    I never have enough shelf space, either. I've used milk crates since I was little, adding more two at a time as I filled them up. For Christmas this year, though, my parents gave me two beautiful wooden bookshelves for my room. Ohmigosh, they're gorgeous. Apparently the only common buyer's complaint is that they take forever to fill...ha. I've almost maxed them out already.

    1. OMG, Lauren, it totally is a love story, isn't it??? Your parents clearly rocked the gift-giving. Isn't it hysterical how pictures of bookshelves always show knick-knacks and a few (5 or 6) books? So silly!

  3. When I was younger I'd always wanted a roll-top desk and one year I found one on sale so I bought it. I can't even really explain why I wanted one so bad but I did. LOL

    I'm glad to hear that sales have picked up for you! I downloaded Rippler today from Amazon and look forward to reading it.

    Thanks for the giveaway!


  4. Pam, that is so cool! Good for you for getting yourself a roll-top! They are beautiful. My dad has his dad's roll-top. I hope you enjoy Rippler! Drop me a note, and good luck on the giveaway!

  5. Really neat post. I totally went the expected route and bought a bookshelf with m first writerly paycheck--even assembled the thing myself. Now it doubles as a book depository and cat ladder/perch, but I definitely feel uber-proud of that thing.