Bookshelves! Woo!

I have such a backlog of stuff I haven’t documented that I don’t know where to start sometimes. How about bookshelves? Okay then! Ken and I finally organized the bookshelves! Look at that sweet, sweet organization. Everything is grouped together by subject and each subject is organized by height. Well, except for my paperback novels. I tried to keep series together and organize by height but the top shelf could still use some re-ordering. The important thing is my reference books on the bottom shelf are no longer leaning over and getting their spines all twisted. It pained me every time I looked at them. Now I have little metal bookends slid between them every so often to provide more support.

We had to part ways with a few books so they could all fit standing up instead of being stacked all over the tops of other books. They were mostly books we’d read already so it wasn’t so bad sending them to the next chapter in their adventure. I should probably pare them down even more (curse you, KonMari!) but I think for now I’ll let them be. They’re pretty to look at so they count as art…right? I’ve probably gone on too long about my books at this point. Whatevs, I used this as my desktop image because bookshelves are the bee’s knees!

I built a thing

My granny wanted a storage bin for her gardening tools (of which she has many) and I ended up getting the job. She has scads of scrap lumber so the only thing we had to buy were the casters. I used this write-up as a starting point and modified it according to her needs. The finished piece is 6′ x 2′ with dividers placed at every foot mark except for the center which was left open 2′ to accommodate larger tools. I suggested the casters because she wanted to keep the bin up off the floor in case water leaks in. Plus I just like putting casters on things.





My long overdue bookshelf photo featuring the wonky ceiling. I ended up not being able to do them completely floor to ceiling because my agents of chaos and destruction (cats) pointed out the flaw in my plan by cavorting around on the lowest shelf. I fortified it by putting my larger books down there so hopefully they can’t squeeze in now. Most of my design choices are made that way. “How can I arrange this so the cats can’t demolish it?” They’re like little drunk ninja toddlers who are constantly plotting. I digress. Though they didn’t turn out quite as planned (originally they were going to be legit built-ins) they still cut quite the impressive figure in my living room. They could use some organizing but my library is always in flux so I’m not sure that’ll ever really happen. At this point I will shake my fist at Hasting’s and their fabulous selection of used books and be on my way.