We are nothing if not talented procrastinators. Why do today what can be put off until tomorrow? Or the next day? Such is the reason why weeks passed between our finishing the first half of our living room and our even attempting the second half.
But the half-unpacked boxes serving as furniture in our seating area got to be sufficiently embarrassing that we eventually gave ourselves a mutual kick in the asses and got to work.
After over a year in this house, we finally have matching bookshelves that aren't made out of cardboard. Woo hoo! We ended up getting custom-built, freestanding bookcases because we were too cheap to have real built-ins installed. The shelves are already almost completely full -- of just my husband's books (mine are in my office) -- so there isn't much styling to be done there, but now he actually knows what books he owns because he can see them.