This is by far my favourite spot in my house. By the bookshelves in my bedroom. It’s safe to say that I have slight obsession with books. Whenever my pay check would come in more books would be bought. Now that I’m not working I have created a list as large as my house of books that I want or as with all obsessions need to read.
So what once looked like an orderly bookcase with books arranged alphabetically in neat little rows has now become a jumbled mess with books stacked on books. Spaces that weren’t previously used for storage (i.e. the floor) are now “artfully” 1strewn with books. Sometimes I forget I have ordered them, so much so that I have to question whether I’m not suffering from some form of short term memory loss.
However I love the fact that in this corner of my room is another world. With a population of characters and a list of places as varied as our own earth. I can travel wherever I want in these books and meet the most inspiring people all from my bed. Who wouldn’t want to travel that way?
I try and tell myself it’s artful and slightly Jean Seberg in A Bout De Souffle however really it’s just me being messy. ↩
Morning light on the last day.
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Love it when the summer rain falls in such a way so the Victorian sash window can still be open, letting in the sounds of a warm night x
Jack & Sharon
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Then & now.
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