It’s been about a month since B and I moved into our new place, and I *finally* unpacked our final box today. In a flurry of labor (clearly in honor of Labor Day weekend…?) I set to work setting up our bookcases, which we have gratefully inherited from my parents (and the second of which we also finally received today).
When I was in seminary, all my books had to be arranged by category, so it would be easy for me to find them when I needed them: biblical studies, bibles, texts, and greek/hebrew lexicons, theology and ethics, preaching and worship, and then my for-fun section (which contains mostly literature and crafting books). Very functional, but not very pretty.
And bwa ha ha, now that B is the one in school maintaining a functional lifestyle, I get to have as much pretty in my book collection as I want! Which means that Harry Potter gets filed next to — yes — Mujerista Theology and Violent Origins (a book about the violent origins of ancient proto-christian traditions, duh). Why, you might ask? Because I am arranging my books by COLOR.
It’s no new idea. And my bookshelves are hindered by two main features: 1) I don’t have enough books for as brilliant colorways (have you noticed the Gilmore Girls DVDs yet?), and 2) B refuses to include his DVDs, which must of course be ordered alphabetically. Function. Psssh. Who needs it?!
oh, god. i want a pupitre. not for making champagne, but for storing wine. because it is pretty.
Also, it would be nice if they didn’t cost hundreds and hundreds of dollars.