A collection that never seems to end. I am drawn to the memories of reading them. The graphics on the covers and inside the pages call for me to take them home. Bookplates inside with the beautifully handwritten names say they are in need of a special space. I could go on and on and on. Suffice it to say I love to get lost in the pages.
No amount of reconfiguring can help me find more space in this cabinet. Believe me I have tried. I love each and every one of these books that I have hand picked out of boxes, poured over at the thrift store, or waited patiently to peruse at an estate sale.
Sweet inscriptions from one to another gently grace the first few pages of many of these.
Engraved illustrations and parchment paper pictures greet you as leaf your way through them.
Just for good measure...a collection of wire frogs against the smooth and glossy mirror.
Along with books I paired these old poem plaques that have sweet illustrations themselves. Lovely couplings and sweet nursery rhyme Leftons.
I have had to whittle these down from time to time and yes, it is hard to do. If I want to continue to collect these wonderful and seemingly disappearing pieces, I have to have some control.
Technology is great, I love my laptop, smart phone, GPS etc, but I cannot seem to find the value of books on a computer. It seems cold and unfriendly.
Nothing takes away from the feel of the pages in my hands. I guess that makes me old and sentimental and I am okay with that.