I've had a pretty busy week this week. Aren't they all? After starting my blogging week relatively well and being organised with everything, it all fell apart somewhere around Wednesday so I didn't actually manage to get my Chapter-by-Chapter posts up. This may have actually worked out in my favour by putting me ahead by a week in my draft posts. I'm hoping I can use this to my advantage and get back on track.
A friend of mine is partly to blame for my disorganisation. I got a message
from her on Wednesday to let me know that she'd found a Tolkien book and wanted
to know whether I had it. It was a copy of The Adventures of Tom Bombadil
& Farmer Giles of Ham. I replied yes and no as I already own a
beautiful copy of the former, but not the latter. So she brought it round a
short while later.
Which meant that instead of typing up my thoughts on the latest chapters of
Twilight I ended up chatting about charity shop finds, books, the
differences between editions and imprints and other important things. And so we
came around to the subject of a bookcase that she was looking to rehome.
After a bit of a conflab with Mr Click we established that if we got rid of
the desk upstairs, we'd have room for another bookcase up there. But where to
get rid of the desk? As chance would have it, the same friend's daughter was
looking for a desk. And so a deal was struck; one desk for one bookcase.
Clearing the desk was a daunting task, since it's been used as a general
dumping ground. It's where I put stuff I want to list on eBay, stationery
supplies, stuff that should probably be put away somewhere permanently but
isn't, finished knitting projects, unfinished knitting projects, stuff that
should have been binned but hasn't, as well as make up, hair stuff, and other
assorted doodads, thingies and whatsits. Armed with a roll of bin bags, a duster
and furniture polish, I set to work.
And it didn't actually take that long.
I still have a bin bag of stuff to sort through to decide whether to keep,
donate or bin, but on the whole it was a relatively quick task.
It was actually kind of ironic. Once I'd cleared all the rubbish off the desk
and saw it in all its uncluttered glory, I realised that actually it could be
quite a useful piece of furniture. All the same, I think we made a good trade
because the bookcase has been in the hour for a little over twelve hours and
it's already getting quite a lot of use.
It looked like the sort of bookcase you would find in a church. It's old and
made out of solid oak. The one slight problem we had when we received it was
that two of the supports for the bottom shelf were missing. Luckily for us I
missed my true calling as a Blue Peter presenter. A couple of bend split pins
later and I had it fixed.
As it's so old I'm using it for my classics and older books. The top shelf is
just the right size for Penguin Classics paperbacks. I'm also thinking of moving
some of my vintage knitting books up there as well because that'll make them
more easily accessible and stop them from getting crushed in my mess of a
knitting cupboard. At some point soon I will need to pull out all of my books
from the boxes they're stored in and play musical bookcases again.
Is it wrong that I'm really looking forward to that?