BA found the bookcase when I dragged him into HomeGoods.
We had just moved into our apartment and we were looking for a bar, a table, shelves, something, anything.. for the only empty white wall left in our new place. The second you walked in you were drawn to this bare spot. It didn’t matter how much effort we put into the rest of the corners and walls, filled with plants that are now under-watered. The emptiness of one single spot spoke louder than all of those filled up corners.
We’ll never find it. I thought this more than once, frustrated and tired from trying to make everything perfect. Constantly googling ‘kitchen bars’ to fill the void. Google. Scroll. Ikea. Scroll. Google. Scroll. Repeat.
That was it. I was done scrolling through the same kitchen bars that I didn’t like, most likely because they were way overpriced. It had to be the right color, the right fit, the right everything. I was desperate. But I was done.
Let’s go look at pillows.
That’s when I asked BA if he would come to HomeGoods, the one just a mile away from our apartment (dangerous, I know). I swore it wouldn’t take long; I knew he didn’t want to go.
Just some pillows, I promise.
Ten minutes in and I was already caught up in the plants, the place I swore I wouldn’t venture off to. Bill went to find the pillows, I think. He needed to do something to keep his mind off of the fact that he was walking around HomeGoods when he could be doing a million and ten other things. Working out, unpacking, watching ESPN. But, the couch needed one more pillow. A white fluffy one, to make it even worse.
I was walking back and forth between something that looked like a palm tree with a touch of cactus. I wanted it, but I wasn’t sure where it would go. I needed the bar first, I needed to fill that area and then I could get the mixed green thing. That’s when BA tapped my shoulder. At first he was a little annoyed that he found me wandering in the plant section still, but he got over that quickly. (Men don’t understand the plant thing, really). He knew he was about to make my day, my year. He knew he found something to make me quiet for just a few minutes.
He told me to hurry, afraid that someone was going to snag the only bookcase left in the place.
Yes, a bookcase.
The perfect color. The perfect shape. The perfect bar.
We stared at the size for awhile. Since we were only supposed to be getting a pillow, we didn’t have any measurements on us. It looked right, it looked like it would fit, but neither of us were 100% sure. We brought it home anyway, pushing it up against the blank canvas I wanted to cover up so badly. It fit just right.
It is perfect.
The most perfect imperfection. The second you walk through the door, you see a bookcase filled with candy and alcohol. A bookcase, that I never would have googled, in our kitchen. With a pineapple ordered from etsy framed above it, for no good reason at all.
The second I let my mind be free from trying to make everything picture perfect, exactly how I wanted it to be, it became more than that. It transformed from our new apartment into our new home.
A bookcase, the last one left, as the new kitchen bar. The little things, my little loves in life.
More little things: little love 001.