So back last week I reported to you all how I was book culling. I think I might also have reported, though probably by twitter, that Gran had gotten me four new bookshelves/bookcases as a Christmas present and they had been picked up (I wasn’t allowed to go for the temptation to come home with lots of other furniture and eat several hundred meat balls while in a certain shop is too much for me, huff) and so I told myself I had the weekend to get culling before I was allowed to sort out my new shelves. Well, it got to Sunday and I still hadn’t started. The Beard soon realised that this bookshelf building as a reward for culling wasn’t going to work; maybe if he built them I would be just desperate to fill them?
So build them he did…
With a little help from Oscar (who loves a cardboard box of any variety as you can see, Millie was hiding as is her want when it all gets too much) within about two hours there were four wonderful new shelves up and ready for me to fill. The only problem was I then needed to decide where they should go.
Yesterday morning I still hadn’t decided and so when I woke up was greeted by this…
I knew it was time to do something, so I thought ‘right time to toughen up and sort the books that are in my boxes, be strong, be tough’ and so everything was laid out for a jolly good sorting out.
Well I don’t know what had happened in the time since I took all the books out of the boxes and the time came to culling as I culled and culled and still had more than I started. Then in an effort to make a nice area to sit and read in I moved the reading chair and uncovered my secret stash of books! So secret even I had forgotten I had put them there. Oops.
At this point I had to take a break, my books were not only multiplying and reproducing without me knowing, they were even cowering and hiding for their lives behind the furniture. I had a break, walked the cat, ate some lunch and then from nowhere (probably my inner procrastination switch went on) I decided that I would rearrange the house. Put some of the new shelves in other rooms, make space, de-clutter the house of the over 35 chairs it has in it (the Beard has a chair problem like I have a book one) and then all would be well.
Oddly somehow that worked, it added about three hours to the process but now look at my lovely reading corner.
Do note though, this whole set of shelves needs a culling; I couldn’t face it after all of that. I’m sorry… did you just mutter ‘excuses, excuses’ under your breath? How rude, even if true!