This is the story of a library that was a long time in coming.
I’ve never had room to do anything but keep books double-and triple-stacked. I dreamed of the day when I could keep all my books in one room, organized by category rather than by size.
And then there was a house, a house named Innisfree. And in Innisfree was a room that could, with a lot of work, become a library.
It took six months, but in the end there were burnt orange walls, built-in bookshelves, a window seat, and – my favorite – a gold ceiling.
But then life got crazy and it took another 3-4 months to have the time to organize properly (modified Dewey Decimal system, for the curious), hang art, and really make it feel like home.
Now it’s turned into my favorite place to be.
Was the wait worth it? You bet your sweet first-edition Jane Austen it was.