When Whim started collecting records, he didn't do it gradually. It was an avalanche. Suddenly, we had stacks of dusty records everywhere.
Now, our house has never looked like a magazine photo, but the piles of old records everywhere were bad, even by my standard. Whim Mickey-moused some temporary storage for them and his record players out of some side tables and an unused kitchen cupboard. Sounds awesome, right?
Needless to say, there is not much photographic evidence, because it looked ridiculous. And also needless to say, our "temporary" solution was in place for longer than I liked it. You can see some of them behind L.