As much as I was looking forward to a quiet, relaxed weekend, spent drinking tea and flipping through the stack of stylish books that arrived on my doorstep on Friday, I once again proved myself incapable to sit quietly for more than just an hour or two. Not only did I empty my entire closet, wondering about justification of certain purchases, but I also attacked the immense pile of magazines that's been lying all around my apartment, threatening to bury me alive.
I've been generally known as the biggest magazine hoarder around. I have such a great weakness for glamorous fashion spreads (oh, Vogue, how I love thee!), witty and intelligent writing (I went to bed half past midnight on Sunday evening, just because I couldn't pull myself away from the September issue of Vanity Fair, thus my dark circles and generally baffled expression at 6am on Monday morning), and all sorts of beauty advice and culinary inspiration. As my father never misses to point out, I have a fortune invested in magazines (it's a pity that I can't earn some interests from them).
But that's not what it's all about, right? The point is, I had disorganized piles of magazines scattered all over the place, and I needed to fix that. Immediately. I had a bunch of magazine holders from Ikea lying around (it seems that there are too many things lying around me these days). They had seen better days (as you can see on the "Before" picture), and I decided to turn them into something much more pretty and stylish. And I think that with a little help from lovely wrapping paper and some adhesive tape, I managed to get the most out of them. Now they are proudly sitting in my bookshelf, holding all the magazine wisdom I possess.
There's only one little issue left: As they are already full to the brim (and there are 7 of them!), they won't be able to hold all the mags I'm going to buy this month, and the next, and the next....now, can you tell I have a serious magazine hoarding problem?