Notice the 8 unpacked boxes sitting forlornly next to the shelves that once sufficed in my apartment. The books in those boxes used to be piled on the floor under my windows, covered by floor length curtains that conveniently hid them.
I commissioned my ever talented boyfriend to build some shelves to fit the spot. He really outdid himself. I asked him to take pictures along the way. The images speak for themselves, so I present you with the anatomy of a bookshelf.
Once the shelves were installed, crown and floor molding was attached to make them fit with the flow of the room. One of the finishers at Rob’s shop primed them, but we ended up hand painting them after they were installed. I was going to be ambitious and paint the back of each opening the same color as the wall, but that thought soon left my head when I realized what a job it was to paint these things.
Every one of my books fit! I started to sweat a bit when I was getting close to filling up the shelves, but I still have a little bit of room left. About 25% of the books up there now haven’t been read yet, so it’s possible those will be headed for trade anyway. The bottom three shelves are covered by cabinet doors and hold all my DVDs and smutty paperbacks I’m slightly ashamed of.
I found some fun hardware at Anthropologie (on sale for $2.95 each). I am either going to pretend the pretty house on the knobs is my villa in Tuscany or my B&B in the English countryside. A girl can dream, right?
Here is the finished result! The wall paint has been touched up, doors and knobs attached, and my heart is about to burst. I shall never move! Not unless I can rip these out and take them with me! Seeing all the books up there makes me want to take a year off, park myself by the beach, and read for months on end. I am so thankful Rob was willing to do this for me and once again, I am so impressed by his talent and kindness through every neurotic moment I’ve had since moving into this place. Happy sigh. And many happy sighs to come.