So here, my little nosey parkers, are mine. I photographed them exactly as they were when I got home this evening, I swear. There are many embarrassing books in here, as well as some ace ones. I haven't read them all.
|let the wild rumpus start! and no, i can't play that guitar. not well, anyway.|
|once upon a time i won trophies (aka goblets) for being good at sport. bahahahahaha.|
|includes a 'to do' list. and a 'saving-up-for-paris' tin.|
|these shelves were my 21st present from the grandwrinklies - made from floorboards of a gold rush era pub.|
Compared to Hilary's spartan shelves I feel like a mad crazy subject from the tv show Hoarders. I've been living in my current house for five and a half years, which is the longest I've lived anywhere since I left my childhood home in 2001. For five of those years I worked in a bookshop. This is my excuse.
Also, I am something of a hoarder...
Show us your shelves!