This post was originally published in 2012. I’ve republished it here as part of Weekend Memories, a feature in which I dig through my archives for interesting old posts.
What is your favourite part of your living room?
What is the most important piece of furniture in your house? What do you sit and stare at the most when you are in your living room?
My answer: My bookshelves.
That’s right. Bookshelves. Not couch. Not television. Bookshelves.
I have coordinating black furniture, accenting throw pillows in greens, a lovely original painting I purchased from the artist in a market in Tanzania. But the feature of the room is my three six-foot-tall bookshelves.
My bookshelves are not just rows of books. They are a work of art in themselves. (At least I think so.) I spent hours assembling them, then organizing the books and accents. Then I spent a few days revising. Books, teacups, candles, photo frames, vases–it’s all part of the beauty of my bookshelves. If you’re wondering, yes there are far more books than anything else. 🙂