In our tiny little apartment, my husband had tried to shove about a thousand or more cds in closets, under the desk, on top of the desk, on shelves. Music is his life. He eats, sleeps and breathes it. After three years of searching for random cds we thought had gone to the junkyard with Joe’s old car (“didn’t we have a bootleg of that concert…”), Joe finally purchased several second-hand IKEA cd towers. While they’re a little crowded in our family room, they do the trick. He alphabetized and categorized and now all we have to do is go to the shelves and pluck whatever tickles our musical fancy.



Boo supervised.
The finished product.
Cheers to Joe and Boo.