We’ve been recently reassured that there won’t be a need to rip our floor up in the Underground Lair, so, I’ve been taking time to get The Underground Office back in order. I wish I had some before pictures to share, but the “Middle” pictures would look a little before-like without them. Exercise has been had in the form of bringing boxes of books and office supplies down, as well as some of the shelves and furniture that had been moved back in the previous summer to make room for the half-trained gorillas that put in our waterproofing system. Then we had to fix the drywall and repaint, and refloor.
I really love my new floor. I’m a sucker for the checkerboard pattern.
My husband overloaded the wire-frame shelves in his office, breaking the plastic flanges holding them together. With zip-ties, and a respect for the material, I re-assembled them for at least temporary shelving in the office. They’re working great, now. I have a lot of crate-type shelves, and they now hold my texts and comics and some of my unread books. I’ve got another modular shelf and a fairly epic set of runnered baskets that I’ve got my supplies in, now.
We also got a lot of stuff from my husband’s grandfather and aunt, and some of those are now doing business in here. Most notable are the awesome sewing desk and the more efficiently built stereo cabinet. The desk is crazy awesome with the storage and appearance though I need to alter to hold the newer sewing machine I got for some special purposes. It sits now perpendicular to my computer station so I can just roll around (have I mentioned I love my new floor?). The stereo cabinet is off to the side on the wall with the other outlet. It’s got lots of extra storage for its size and along with the other shelves (that I rather hope to replace with something more attractive later this summer), Most things have a place.I still seem to lack what I call a “pull it all together” gene, because I never do feel like any of my rooms look like the rooms of real adult people with a unifying aesthetic or ability to just “make it look right.” I try, but danged if I just don’t feel like I hit it. Maybe if I was insanely rich, I’d pay a interior decorator to consult with me and help out with the follow-through on theories.
I think, perhaps deludedly, that if I can really make my office satisfy me, then I will be able to kick the rest of the house in the rear and finally feel a little more adult.