A couple months back, we had a few friends over, ordered a pizza and were about to crack open some beers when our old bookcase started to crack - and then completely collapsed, spilling 144 square feet of books, World of Interiors, Italian Vogue and a DVD collection that rivals the cumulative video library of most fraternities into the kitchen and onto Porter's bed. Porter - the only one of us to try to break the fall - was scathed, however. Her pinky finger was sliced quite badly, leaving a quite gruesome path of blood (in the weeks following, she asked the manicurist to just paint around the bandaid). It also left our apartment in a state of chaos.
But, last weekend, we popped into Moon River Chattel and saw a glorious set of cubby holes made of what appeared to be reclaimed wood. After an epic battle on Saturday (involving saws and six men), that 6.5' x 9' set is in the apartment - standing strong - slowing getting filled and organized.
Let's just hope they stay that way. These shelves, it turns out, have a past more gruesome than our last set: They spent most of their years holding stuff inside the (supposedly haunted) Taunton, Mass. Insane Asylum.