Last weekend, once the Shelfy Nook was complete, the house underwent a weird transformation: suddenly the floors were covered in books, as if there had been some horrible library explosion. It was terribly confusing for the one cat and one dog who absolutely abhor any environmental disruption, and a playground for everybody else. My roommate is the resident bibliophile (I prefer e-readers, myself; though I do adore really old books), and she quickly took charge of the sorting and categorizing, handing armloads to me to shelve when she was done.
We are now officially surrounded by books - organized books. Whew! That only took three months. See:
The aforementioned Shelfy Nook, on the west side of the living room.
A bookcase by the windows in the living room, on the east side.
To the south, behind the primary seating area, is just about my favorite piece of furniture - also filled with books. Here is where we put the nifty old stuff, and small collections/series.
On the north side of the room is the shelving unit that houses all the DVDs...and there are books there, too. We're surrounded! (Which is okay by me).
Two narrow shelves in the "dining room" (don't eat bikes, kids). You'll see these again, soon - this room is one of the next items on my to-do list.
Yet another cabinet full of books, this one in the breakfast nook, full of cookbooks (Roommate Sylvan is also a fabulous vegan cook and pastry chef, and has even written a couple of cookbooks of her own).
This is another room on my to-do list, by the way. So much to do!
Not shown: yet another shelf full of books in Sylvan's room, a couple of boxes of music books and costuming books in the craft room, and the few selections I keep in my room because I like looking at them (a boxed complete works of Jane Austen, and a set of tiny Yale Library Shakespeare study books bound in fabric, which I adore).
Everybody have a great weekend!
