Do what you can, with what you have, where you are
For so many years I have dreamed of a floor to ceiling, wall to wall bookshelf. The bookshelf of my dreams has weight - it's substantial, the color of whipping cream, and filled with books upon books. It has family pictures scattered throughout and holds family memories in the form of a ticket stub to a turquoise bowl filled with special rocks. Three dull copper sconces illuminate my dream bookshelf and a barn wood ladder that rolls effortlessly on large industrial wheels from wall to wall.
Sounds dreamy, I know.
I have stored so many books waiting to be placed on the bookshelf of my dreams. As I have waited for the money tree that would fund my bookshelf, my hefty collection of books have spent the last ten years in blue Rubbermaid tubs. A tragic turn of events for such a great collection.
I decided it was time to stop waiting for my perfect, and do what I can with what I have. I now have a home for a few in my beloved books, and I think I am in love. So in love, I almost don't notice the television circa 1997.
It may not be floor to ceiling or wall to wall, but in it's own small way, I think it is quite dreamy.