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.
Wake up when it’s already light.
Grind coffee beans. Make coffee. Drink coffee.
Wear something woolen, because it’s cozy.
Take a walk in fog that makes the world look strange and wonderful and coats every hair and eyelash in microscopic dew.
Take photos of the dewdrops that have coated every spiderweb and turned them into intricate tangles of diamonds. It won’t even matter when your skills can’t capture your vision: you’ve learned what doesn’t work. That’s enough for today.
Pet the cat, even though she left you a hairball in the night.
Cook a potato. Eat the potato … with gravy.
Live in denial that winter is coming.
Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it.
My dad’s started drawing faces on the eggs that our chickens lay to differentiate them from the store-bought eggs. I feel like this says a lot about how awesome my dad is.