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Diary of a (Possibly Crazy) Book Culler & Sorter…

I know I promised that Other People’s Bookshelves would come back this week… Well, I lied. Okay, I didn’t intentionally lie but I changed my mind which is my prerogative and my whim, ha! However this post is in keeping with the bookshelves theme as I thought I would share a book shelf crazed day with you all, one that followed an indecent which I can almost can guarantee you will all have been through! A few weeks ago I told you I was at that time when you have simply run out of bookshelves. You ponder if you should get rid of books, or just get more bookshelves? That was the nightmare inducing situation I told you all about, made all the worse by the fact Ikea had stopped stocking Expedit replacing it for Kallax. But I made do… until the next morning when I woke at 6.30am thinking about the fact my shelves didn’t match.

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6.45am – Still really thinking about the fact that the shelves don’t match.

7am – No it’s fine you can’t tell from the side, I can live with this.

7.30am – No I can tell. This will only get worse when I open the curtains and see it in its full horror.

8am – No it will be fine, who will see these shelves in the bedroom anyway? Shelves are just for storage, what difference does half an inch make (insert your own crude joke here) I am just being a silly billy and it will be fine.

8.20am – Oh sweet jesus! It is upsetting my eyes, The Beard has brought tea and marmite on toast and opened the curtains and I am inwardly screaming at the shelves. I can see them, I can see them, I can see them. They don’t match!!!

8.26am – Post tea sipping I casually ask The Beard what he thinks of the shelves? Can he tell they don’t match? Pause. ‘Yes, I can tell but it doesn’t matter does it?’ I act nonchalant and return to my book, the mismatched shelves sneering at me over the top of the pages in full eye line.

8.28am – The Beard is still staring at the shelves.

8.32am – The Beard announces ‘Those shelves really don’t match do they?’ I want to scream that I KNOW THEY DON’T MATCH. I smile and say ‘No, not really. Not ideal but nevermind’ whilst wanting to weep.

8.43am – I look at The Beard ‘I am really sorry… but I can’t cope with those shelves.’

8.44am – Silence.

8.45am –  Me: ‘Erm, I still can’t cope with those shelves. I might need to get some more and re-arrange the room… What do you think?’

8.46am – Silence.

8.47am – The Beard ‘Okay.’ Silence follows.

8.56am – Me: ‘What time does Ikea open today?’ The Beard internally and externally winces.

9.06am – I have been staring at The Beard for ten minutes. The Beard gets up throws on some clothes and says ‘ I am going now. I will get you shelves, I will build you shelves, then I want to garden and be left alone. You are not coming with me, you will want to do the whole shop again, you will want meatballs for lunch and bring home more cacti. Ok?’ I stay silent because I know all this is true.

9.07 am – ‘I am leaving now, I will be back at 11 when all books should be off the shelves ready for moving them.’ The Beard leaves.

9.37am – I am still staring resentfully at the shelves.

10.55am – The Beard hasn’t returned and I have not moved any books.

11.05am – I start moving books.

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11.23 The Beard is back and needs to build shelves and use the space on the floor I have filled with books when the bed wouldn’t hold anymore. I want to scream but smile sweetly and move them.

11.30am – More shelves start to be built.

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11.50am – The Beard is building more shelves and wants to know why I am sat watching him on my reading chair with a coffee. I tell him he doesn’t understand how hard moving books is. The Beard responds with some comment about ‘…if you didn’t have so many books’ which I block out and stare at the books instead noticing a few books I am not sure I was aware I had and don’t actually think I will read.

11.51am – I decide this will be a cull as well as a sorting.

11.53 – I decide I need another coffee to think this all through. The Beard carries on building shelves.

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11.54am – The Beard wants me to stop taking pictures and actually get on with it, I sigh, he doesn’t understand bibliophiles or the chance to make a potentially funny blog post at some point.

12.07pm – I have now taken all books off all the shelves that were in the room when I awoke. I have used the new shelves The Beard has built to house the books I took off, along with most of the floor. I am confused and cant really move, or move the old shelves. I feel vexed.

12.39pm – The Beard and I aren’t speaking, we had a row about the fact that there was no room to move the shelves.

13.02pm – We have moved the shelves, hoorah. I load the books on the first two and then we add the third… and realise that the way we have done it means they don’t match.

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13.03pm We are practically back to square one. I get ‘the look’. I give ‘the other look’ back silently taking all the books off again.

13.19pm – We have managed it! The shelves all look like they are meant to be, in this corner at least but I don’t think about those other shelves for now as I am on the edge…

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13.21pm – Now it is time to reward ourselves with lunch.

14.07pm – Having procrastinated by watching an episode of Ru Paul’s Drag Race (it is amazing) with lunch I go back to the bedroom.

14.08pm – I want to cry because the room is in devastation. I have too many books, I hate books, I want to burn them all, I will never read most of them anyway…

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14.09pm I get a grip. It is time to sort these books and these shelves out once and for all.

14.32pm – I have just spent the last however many minutes making a play list of ‘podcasts and tunes I can sort books to’, I haven’t sorted any books but I will.

15.12pm – I have sorted about three rows of shelves out trying to do them in ‘themes or genres’ then this makes me cross. I start again.

16.42pm – I have sorted books by when they have been released or are going to be released. The mismatch of sizes mixing is bothering me.

17.03pm – I start again.

17.33pm – I give up and go and do some other shelves instead, the smaller ones.

18.32pm – I have made sense of the shelves in the corner by my side of the bed.

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18.45pm – Is it annoying me that these shelves and my actual bedside shelves don’t match?

18.49pm – I am told to get a wriggle on as dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.

20.06pm – After dinner, and possibly more Ru Paul (it is addictive guys!) I get cracking…

21.11pm – I am done! I have sorted all my shelves out and impressively whittled out 53 books that will find loving new homes. I feel like I am king of the world and a bit smug.

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21.13pm – I show The Beard my hard work.

21.14pm – The Beard comments that ‘you haven’t even touched those books in the boxes on the other side of the wardrobe have you?’ Silence.

21.15pm – The Beard then says ‘if you didn’t have so many books this wouldn’t have had to happen and maybe you should consider a one book in one book out rule.’ I consider violence, I simply glare instead.

21.16pm – I consider moving out.

21.17pm – I realise that would involve moving all these books and all these shelves again. I smile sweetly and go and eat my feelings via the medium of chocolate instead, simply thinking ‘as if, there’s still space for more shelves…’

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Sorting Out The Shelves, Sort Of

One of the joys of having a three day weekend is that there seems so much more time to potter, sort and mooch. As I was having a mooch between chapters, or it might have been between books, I suddenly noticed that things had possibly got a little out of hand (once again) with the amount of books that were starting to form small piles around the house, particularly in book corner…

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Yes it dawned on me that something needed to be done. There were two options. One was The Beard’s, simply for me to have a big bank holiday cull of books. Then there was my much more realistic, responsible and appropriate idea… Buy more shelves. Who do you think won in this battle of wills, erm yes, it was me!

This tale doesn’t end there though as once having decided to head to IKEA something awful happened upon heading to the Expedit collection section (via the food hall for lashings of meatballs for lunch, glass section, cacti, stationery and even mattress section – yes IKEA see me coming every time) where upon I have discovered that even though they should still be available until June all the 2×2 shelving units in white HAVE GONE… NEVER TO RETURN. Their replacement was in stock early and so I had to bite the bullet and get two Kallax (which sounds angry) 2×2’s, which are slightly smaller and playing havoc with my OCD…

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Can you tell they are smaller? Will it become less noticeable when I fill them with books? I do hope so. They are the same dimensions space wise, I am still furious they have changed them even if only slightly and yes even if it is saving the world and trees (book lovers can’t really be holier than though when it comes to trees making paper and wood can we?) noticeably even though you are getting less wood for your money (insert euphemistic snigger here) they haven’t dropped the prices. Funny that!

So tomorrow will be a book sort, the irony of this being that I may actually be left with enough space that I needn’t have bought new shelves at all, but then again at least I will have space for even more books which is no bad thing is it?

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