I read way to many design magazines for my own good. It goes against all my values of avoiding consumerism, eschewing materialism, and reducing, reusing, and recycling. I try. I do. But I am putty with a new Room & Board catalog in my hands. Design Sponge is my cocaine.
About a year ago, I spotted a bookshelf at DWR that I just had to have. It’s a spine bookshelf – but almost a sculptural piece. Minimalistic, simple, seeming perfect. Look how cute it looks:
I had to have it. So I spent a stupid amount of money and ordered one, and it has since been the thorn in my side. Note to self: this thing does not look good with actual, real-life
books in it. Sure, it’s beautiful with a couple of well-placed, monochromatic art books, studio lighting, and a piece of pottery. But I have tried every combination of my own books on this thing, and no matter what it just looks like an eyesore ready to topple over. Now it has just become a catch-all accumulating whatever random books need a home. We’ve got some antique theology books on top, followed by some random Bibles, a Qur’an
, some Shuttefly books, some old plays, and then some big art books that are not all one color like the suggested photos above. IT DOES NOT LOOK GOOD. Mark has mocked me for this purchase since it arrived, and I think it’s time for our pretty spine bookshelf to make it’s way to a new home via Craigslist. Before the whole thing falls on one of my children.