I love a wall shelf. I'm kind of a collecter of nick nacks so wall shelves are perfect for storage of same.
My plan was to mount a shelf each for the boys and decorate them (with nick nacks) according to their 'theme' – so Luca, space and Ziggy, robots.
Being a contrary child, Luca objected strongly to the mounting of shelves, and in the end, we had to do it when he was at kinder to avoid a showdown.
Then on returning home that afternoon, he decided he LOVED the shelves. The mind-changing is mind-bending.
But still, it was a win, I thought. I had arranged a few bits and pieces nick nacks on the shelf and Luca decided he might like to add a few things also. Sure, I said, why not? I was just happy he wasn't trying to tear the shelves from our (rented) walls.
As time went on, it seemed that anything and everything deserved a place on the shelf. In the manner of The Castle, the shelf had become the poolroom.
"I made this at kinder!" – straight to the shelf.
"I made this out of blocks!" – straight to the shelf.
"I picked this out of my nose!" – straight to the shelf.
My dream for the shelf has, you might well imagine, been diminished.
This is Ziggy's shelf;
And this is Luca's shelf;
Why do I bother? Fuck.
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