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So I’ve been building bookshelves. Four, to be exact. From twelve till seven, it has been nothing but procrastination and bookshelves. I’d been gathering supplies and mulling over the design for the past two days. This is my only major accomplishment over break, not much else has gotten done.
The supports are sleek and black and the shelves themselves are actually shaped plexiglas, which looks great, but was hellish to cut.
Looking up at this massive book collection (formerly locked away in a cabinet) I feel a little like Laura Brown, from The Hours. (Which happens to be right here on the bottom shelf.) Like the cake she bakes, I wanted them to be simple and magnificent. I don’t create much, and I felt like I wanted one really great creation. But there are flaws, the plexiglas is scratched a little and the supports don’t look completely secure, they might look better a little longer, and as perfectly as I tried to arrange the books with the huge art and photo books up highest, their beautiful jackets on display, it lacks something. I’m still really enjoying it, but I also feel like no one else will see it, (people are hardly ever in my room) and part of appreciating something is wanting to share it. Well, Elise is coming over tomorrow; maybe she’ll like it. * * * I just re-read that sentence. “Well, Elise is coming over tomorrow; maybe she’ll like it”???
Who am I?
I want to show her a bookshelf.
I’m all mopey about it and want to show this girl a bookshelf.
I have got to get out of this house. Being as solitary as I’ve been this break cannot be good for me.
Happily, I am still sort of delighted with my own absurdity.
So that’s something too.
The supports are sleek and black and the shelves themselves are actually shaped plexiglas, which looks great, but was hellish to cut.
Looking up at this massive book collection (formerly locked away in a cabinet) I feel a little like Laura Brown, from The Hours. (Which happens to be right here on the bottom shelf.) Like the cake she bakes, I wanted them to be simple and magnificent. I don’t create much, and I felt like I wanted one really great creation. But there are flaws, the plexiglas is scratched a little and the supports don’t look completely secure, they might look better a little longer, and as perfectly as I tried to arrange the books with the huge art and photo books up highest, their beautiful jackets on display, it lacks something. I’m still really enjoying it, but I also feel like no one else will see it, (people are hardly ever in my room) and part of appreciating something is wanting to share it. Well, Elise is coming over tomorrow; maybe she’ll like it. * * * I just re-read that sentence. “Well, Elise is coming over tomorrow; maybe she’ll like it”???
Who am I?
I want to show her a bookshelf.
I’m all mopey about it and want to show this girl a bookshelf.
I have got to get out of this house. Being as solitary as I’ve been this break cannot be good for me.
Happily, I am still sort of delighted with my own absurdity.
So that’s something too.