Home Is Where My Books Are

Woohoo!!! It’s finally happened: I am sitting in my very own home! After an exhausting week (oh, you know, moving during a tropical storm, etc.) I am settled in at my desk (with internet!! Yay!!!) and ready to blog daily again. I am so excited to share more photos of my home with you in the coming months, and I have lots of creative, crafty home projects up my sleeve for the Fall that I can’t wait to tackle – all of which I will share with you here, of course :) I’m telling you, this Autumn is going to ROCK!

Rock, I tell you!! He he. Anyway, what I did the first morning upon rising in my new home (after coffee on the screened porch in the sunshine, ah…) was to unpack every single one of my beloved books. This is something of a point of contention in my household, as B doesn’t really see the point in buying books at all – he is perfectly content to read books in the bookstore! He literally does this all the time, remembering which page he was on for the next visit. I, on the other hand, have something of a book/magazine addiction. I feel naked without my books. I need books around me as much as I need clothes and coffee and chocolate and love. I love looking at books, I love the smell of their pages, I love purchasing new books and I absolutely treasure all of the books I own.

Above you can see a little corner of my home where I am keeping a few of my favorite books and small, cherished items. I do weed out my book collection once a year or so, and I am perfectly happy to donate books that I know I will never pick up again, or those that I was not impressed by. But. That still leaves a lot of books! The three books pictured above are ones I have kept for a very long time: from left to right, we have Georgia O’Keefe: The Poetry of Things, which I ordered after visiting the Georgia O’Keefe Museum in New Mexico; The Sensual Home by Ilse Crawford (also pictured below); and The Book of Tea by Okakura Kakuzo.

I know that we are all different and that for you, perhaps, getting your books arranged is no big deal. But for me… as soon as I put on some music and began setting out my books, taking a few moments to leaf through my old favorites, I finally began to feel at home. At least a bit. It’s going to take some time to get to know this house and all of its little quirks – but for now, I have my music and my coffee and my books, and that is more than enough.

Do you have any treasured old books that you would like to share? Feel free to leave a title or a link in the comments section – or maybe there is something else entirely that really spells home to you – I would love to hear all about it!

{images: Laura Gaskill}

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