I am moving. One of the things I try to do whenever I move is cull some books from my shelves. It is a difficult process, because, well, I love books. On the other hand, the hubby often asks me "Are are ever going to read that again?" Or, "If you haven't read that in 5 years, maybe it's time to let it go." Both are fair points, but seeing as he is not a book lover, he just does not understand my attachment.
This time, I knew the process was going to be even worse. I knew that I was going to have to give up one of my bookcases.
|My mostly-cleared off bookshelf|
I designed it with shelves of varying sizes and heights, and I was pretty happy with how it turned out. It's about 6 feet tall and 4 feet wide, which I thought would be enough room. That, *ahem*, turned out not to be the case. (See above for my bookish ways). The shelf has survived a trip from Florida to New Jersey, and New Jersey to New York. It's made it five years.
Along the way, I discovered I am not, in fact, an engineer. Although the shelf looks good, a design flaw has led to some sagging, and general weakening. Plus, we tried to make this on the cheap side, so it doesn't have a back, which would have helped keep it stable. As you can see in the picture below, the only part of the shelf that touches the ground are the very outer pieces. I've tried to keep it from sagging too much, or even breaking, by shoving old school binders under one side. Classy, I know. The hubby also screwed this case to the one on the left, again, hoping to lend it some strength. Alas, I knew that these were temporary fixes, and eventually I would have to part with my shelf.
|My flawed design|
And now the time for goodbye has arrived. Fare thee well, my dear bookshelf. I shall miss you.