I have been walking past this for two weeks now on the way to my micro studio. It is posted on The Associates’ bedroom door as a declaration of some kind. I mumble “fafarit?” as I meander by each time hoping to decipher it.
Today I got it!!! It reads as follows.
eat food B+
Ok, so we (I mean she is) are a little rusty after all good intentions of reading everyday this summer failed.
Seeing as she needs to read more I wanted to give her a bedside table to keep books. On possibly every excursion to Ikea I have purchased book ends, but in reality the bookcases in our house are so crammed that there is no need for bookends. I couldn’t get rid of these, and they screamed for a hack.
I cut down a scrap piece of beautiful mashed together shreds of wood.
Look at that quality.
I drilled holes in the bookends so that they could be secured to the “wood.”
This is before
and this is after she got to it, not what I had in mind….
Three days of my life that I will never get back were spent Ikea hacking The Associates room. Roughly translated this means I used all the same furniture but rearranged, cut and rebuilt it to look brand new. I was hoping to share pictures with you but she has already destroyed it, maybe next year.