I am Martha Stewart.

Dear Internet:

Occasionally, I do things that have nothing to do with the web. I know, it’s hard to believe. But look! My living room has shelves now!

click if you wish for a closer inspection. you do. and those aren’t so much poltergeists as they are a special effect caused by my old camera.

Actually, I can’t really take credit. My dad came over and put them up. My mom and I offered helpful comments about the spacing and levelness of the shelves. I wanted to hang them up myself, really, but I have this fear involving power tools and catastrophic damage to my home. However, this is about to change, as I have signed up for ‘Woodworking for Beginners‘!

For real!

So, I had the option of taking a woodshop class that was specifically for women. And I thought about it, I really did. Then I had this fear that we’d be forced to build a kleenex cozy or a cute little birdhouse with lavender-handled just-for-girls tools. And, seriously, that’s enough to give me nightmares, so I picked the regular class. It’ll be good.

So, here’s what I’m thinking. That place above the fireplace, where Yuri‘s print is? It’ll look great with the gunrack that I’m going to build as my first project**. After that, I’d like to make some shelves to go under the front window, because I like to have additional objects in my house that I can yell at the cats for climbing on.

**Heather seems to have some issues with the gunrack idea for the living room. As a second option, I’ll be putting it in my car. I’m willing to bet I’ll be driving the only Saab with a custom gunrack. And no, there won’t be any guns in it. There’s something more menacing about an empty gunrack, anyway, don’t you think?

Jenni

P.S. We’re leaving for Savannah tomorrow afternoon. For our 10th anniversary. TENTH.

Damn.