For those that follow(ed) me on BookLikes, you know that about 6 months ago, MT and I embarked on a home improvement project, turning my ‘library’, ie the room with a few book cases in it and not much else, into a full fledged floor-to-ceiling shelves LIBRARY. We had acres of solid wood we salvaged from MT’s new office space, a former sushi bar, and between us we have acres and acres of books.
The room originally looked like this:
You can see the books stacked on top of the cases, and I’d bi-leveled the shelves themselves by building mini shelf inserts. We’d also purchased a few vertical book spines over time, as well as building shelves on top of our wardrobes (we have tall ceilings).
The (90%) finished, new and improved, library:
Excuse the bad lighting; I say it’s 90% finished because I still need better lighting, and there *is* a fourth wall, with a desk on it, and we still have some wood left, but at the moment, with me working from home, I have two large monitors hogging up most of the space. Once I can start working from my offices again, and I’m down to one computer, I’ll have a better idea where those shelves should be placed – and likely those shelves will serve several masters, not just books (business binders, etc). So, for all intents and purposes, it’s done. Though now I need to find a ladder to reach those high shelves!
Notice the nice generous gaps I left for future growth? All my fiction is on these shelves; we really wanted to keep some of the old bookcases, so we made some compromises in other parts of the house to fit them in – not ideal, but pretty ok – and they are housing my non-fiction and some of MT’s fiction (he wanted to maintain our above-wardrobe shelving for his less-active authors), as well as my TBR books.
I don’t have to tell anyone reading this how big a difference it makes to have room for the books you own. We can see our floors again, and without stacks of books everywhere, I feel like I can breath again; clutter makes me anxious, and with everything else going on, it was almost the straw that broke the camel’s back. With everything tidy again, I find myself enjoying my books and reading much more than I did 3, 4 or 6 months ago. I’m even eyeing new book purchases, though I’ll likely wait a bit longer for things to stabilise pandemic wise, when the Aussie dollar will hopefully find its way out of the sewer.