My husband is fashioning a WONDERFUL bookshelf!
I dream; he creates.
And this one is absolutely charming.
The legs are a very classy addition, in my opinion.
Its size makes it very versatile and extremely tempting to keep for myself.
Of my several acknowledged vices,
books are one of them!
However, realistically speaking,
one house can only have so many bookshelves.
I finished a wonderful book: Dorothy Day: The World Will Be Saved By Beauty.
The author, her granddaughter, describes Dorothy's only daughter's house
in this passage that I could identify with only too well...
What IS it about books?