We Can Do It!

[freckles_and_doubt]

It may have come to the attention of my more alert and observant readers that I am a happy, geeky bookworm and have quite a lot of books. Really, rather a lot. Enough that, despite the fact that I moved into this house with eight tall bookshelves courtesy of a munificent Evil Landlord and subsequently imported another courtesy of Pam, I still had seven boxes of unshelved books piled in my study. This, too, after a relatively ruthless weeding process chronicled in these very pages. As far as books go, I am unashamed to admit that I have a Problem.

Fortunately, for such problems there are benevolent friends like Jo, who enjoys, by her own admission, a Project, and who possesses not only power tools and the will to use them, but considerably above basic cabinet-making expertise, an actuary's numerical precision, and more organisational skill and energy than is strictly fair or necessary in this imperfect world. As a result of which there has been, of an evening over the last few weeks, a sort of blur of activity in my living room, resulting in piles of planks, a small cloud of sawdust, and a satisfying and slightly bewildering tendency for bookshelves to arise, phoenix-like, from the whirlwind at a rate a smidgen in excess of half a bookshelf per hour. It has also revealed my own predilection for Handmaidening, if there is such a word: I derive an unholy kick out of facilitating efficient systems, and if Jo behind a power drill is anything, it's an efficient system. By the end of the process the balletic precision of our movements would bring a tear to the eye of efficiency experts. It really makes things go a lot faster if there's someone anticipating the process to hand the cabinet-maker tools, nails, planks, pencils, screws, gin-and-tonic, and that vital bit of stuck-together wood she was using to space shelves, so that she doesn't have to stand up or climb down ladders every two minutes.

It made, I have to say, my feminist wossnames incredibly happy. Not just the self-determination of bookshelf building - and I will look at those shelves for ever after with nostalgic joy because Jo built them and I helped - but something about efficient women with power tools. All Rosie the Riveter. Definitely speaking to that bit of me that's only mostly heterosexual, possibly because the patriarchy.

So I have five spanky new bookshelves, and my books are Housed, dammit, and all we have to do now is work through the mutual and perfectly symmetrical guilt feelings that have arisen because Jo feels bad about me paying for the materials for her Project, and I feel bad about all the time she's spent building me bookshelves. We freely admit that these are entirely irrational feelings that have nothing whatsoever to do with the considerable pleasures and achievements of the process, and that the two impulses do cancel each other out. The gin definitely helps.

And, look! Bookshelves! All full of books! (or, to be perfectly accurate, books and DVDs. I have a DVD problem too. Memo to self: Go digital. But not too digital. Because some things need to be tangible, and you can't help friends make furniture for your Kindle files.)

Comments

[jeanniewal.livejournal.com]

I am coveting your new bookshelves madly! A grand thing indeed is a friend with a power tool and a Project.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

She's also bloody meticulous in crafting them, they're pretty much indistinguishable from the professionally-carpentered ones these were designed to match. I have cool friends.

[stringgeek.livejournal.com]

Oh, SHINY. That sight just makes me want to sigh in bliss.

[virtualkathy.livejournal.com]

Yepp, bookshelf envy. *sigh*

[bronchitikat.livejournal.com]

You want to watch it, all those books on all those shelves could easily take you into alternative dimensions or somewhere.

Mind you, if the theory that all libraries everywhere are somehow interlinked you could save a packet on travelling, provided you dodn't mind where you end up!

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Technically I think librarians can navigate L-space deliberately, in both space and time. I could do a one-year postgrad degree and then see the world! cheaply! and possibly historically!

[bronchitikat.livejournal.com]

Just don't change anything while you're there!

[pumeza.livejournal.com]

Those are truly fabulous bookshelves. And I love that moment when everything is neatly shelved and nothing has yet been taken out and put back on its side on top of the others :-)