i think we’re gonna need a bigger bookcase
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November 27th, 2006 at 2:11 pm
One of the things I did in preparing our home for Thanksgiving was to arrange the bookshelves into some semblance of order. Had the damnedest time, because I want to keep things in at least some sort of rough categories, but also want them to look good - like spine colors with like spine colors, similar sizes, etc.
Took up WAY too much of my time.
November 27th, 2006 at 9:03 pm
You call that a book case?? Pwah! I mock your book case mercilessly!! There’s not even a hundred bookses there….
Pwah! I say again. Pppbbbwah!
*turns on heels with nose in air and stalks outta the comments room…*
December 1st, 2006 at 9:40 am
Suldog: I hear your pain. I do that every couple of years. The order lasts about a week. I re-read books way to much and way to fast for anything to remain in one place.
Alison: This was merely a single glimpse into the world of my books. I have at least 4 other bookcases in that room. And books on the floor. And in the closet. And let’s not forget the dozen or so books in the trunk of my car “just in case” I finish my current book away from home.
And the final kicker? The books in that picture are merely the front stack of two layers of books heading to the ceiling.
[Crosses arms on chest in a self-satisfied manner and eats a cookie.]