The other day my husband sent me this cartoon.
Oh, so true. Book shelves have featured into our relationship before we were even dating. Back in the day I was still in my physical peak and I lived in the basement of this town-home. In keeping with my life philosophy back then, I had several books in boxes in the living area and a few empty bookshelves, everything still packed. It had been that way since I’d moved in two years before. Why unpack when you will just be moving again in a year or two, right? According to my very organized husband, wrong. One day we were chit chatting and swilling some herbal tea sitting on the floor down in the basement living room (I had no chairs) when he decided he was going to organize my space. Don’t worry, he has since disillusioned himself with the idea that order can be introduced to my life, but he was younger then and had more energy. His first item was the bookshelves. He kept on telling me I needed shelves. He even pulled up a computer program with the dimensions of my rooms and entered in hypothetical bookshelves to plan the space… ah, young love.
(Back in those early days of love at an art exhibit after my own heart)
Then we got married. Then began the long ‘discussion’ about bookshelves. The bookshelf debate has been one that focuses on form and function. The Husband is a designer and cares about how things look. I care about how they work. As a result when we got married I brought my unmatched, but very serviceable bookshelves. My husband brought his matching set of IKEA shelves that are those deep, perfect squares that waste space and don’t actually fit any traditionally sized books. He disparaged my shelves. I disparaged his. The books began crowding over every surface of the house and we finally agreed it was time to get some different shelves.
One of my great dreams of life (next to seeing a regatta live and golfing on all the continents of the world) is to have some hand crafted bookshelves. Really great, solid, shelves that are perfectly proportioned and built into the walls. Sadly, the Husband and I have not yet put down roots. Also, the Husband is quite handy, but not a builder of bookshelves. Hence the taunting cartoon. Happily, form and function DO combine every now and again with some clever floating bookshelves. And if I can’t have a boy who will build me bookshelves, I will gladly take one who will buy me bookshelves. This week the Husband and I celebrated our two year anniversary. He knows that one my list of top ten favorite things he ranks up there with books, bookshelves, and chocolate… in no particular order.
(Form meets function–floating shelves)