Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Bare Naked Bookshelves
I'm not sure what's sexier, a big empty bookshelf or a bookshelf lined with books. In some ways, I think the first is more tantalizing, because it's waiting to be filled, whereas the full bookshelf may upon inspection be full of something disappointingly uninteresting, such as cookbooks (apologies to the cooks out there).
Anyway, as everything in my living room has to be moved tomorrow so that new flooring can be laid down (thanks, cats!), I thought I'd take a picture of one of the rare moments when my biggest bookshelf is absolutely free of books.
Where are the books, you might ask? Piled up in my bedroom around my work computer and in my daughter's bedroom around her desk. Contractors willing, they'll be back in their appointed places tomorrow night, and perhaps even in some logical order (Dickens on one shelf, medieval biographies on another, etc.). Well, a girl can dream, anyway, can't she?
In the meantime, it's given Boswell the dog and Onslow the youngest cat the opportunity to act the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Quite the talents, aren't they?