I knew this would happen. The minute I unloaded the bookshelves in my living room so that I could paint, I knew that I'd have a tough time putting them back when the time came. And, yes, I have farted around all weekend - doing all sorts of little picky, anal jobs just to avoid the elephant(s) not in my living room.Non-fiction, fiction/literature, fiction/best-sellers (and are they mutually exclusive, literature and best-sellers?), mysteries, Christmas mysteries (don't ask), reference, travel - well, shit. I'm over-whelmed.
Do I put all the paperbacks to the back (yes, I double-shelve, doesn't everyone?), or just the old stuff I don't really care about anymore but for some reason want to hang on to?
And what's the best way to shelve/stack over-sized books (they have to go on top without toppling over, of course)?
How do I put the books back without getting side-tracked looking through them, remembering stories or assignments, holidays, airports, bookstores. Stop me!
As for the 1973 set of Encyclopaedia Britannicas - I just stuck 'em back where they've always been. Like beloved boat anchors. Big sigh. This is why I don't paint more often.
The room, however, looks fabulous - on to the dining room (if I ever get the books re-shelved, that is)!
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