After watching our first attempt at bookshelves steadily pull themselves from the drywall over the course of a week, I was a little weary to try again. I’m not a handy person, I’m not very technically minded, but I was good and sick of fishing the poodle’s tennis ball from the stacks of books piled on the floor. This weekend we found the studs and I think it turned out alright:


For now at least.

We’ll see if our work (or this little house) can hold our love of books. The poodle is skeptical.