Thursday, October 11, 2012

Supply Chain

My name is Stephanie and I'm a bookoholic. Lately I've been in supply acquisition mode, as Barb likes to call it. I try to control it, but it controls me.

There is another box of RDCBs in my trunk that I'm waiting for the right time to sneak upstairs.

And there is a sack full of fun stuff like this old textbook (teacher gift anyone?) and this giant cookbook (oh, I have great ideas for cookbooks). And what could be better than this beautifully embossed vintage volume?

How about a sack full of embossed vintage volumes...and a vintage school dictionary?

The other day when I went to the library to pick up the latest batch of RDCBs, I picked up these, too. I mean who could resist something called Gentlemen, Scholars, and Scoundrels? Or Leon Uris' Trinity (gotta do something St Patrick's for that one--although I actually might read that one first)? There was even a hymnal for 50 cents. 

Oh, and did I tell you that I found some more Michener? Another copy of Texas to begin with. Same blue and same gold star on the front.

My first was part of a two-volume set, but this new one is the whole honkin' thing, so it's taller and really thick.

 So thick in fact that it has over 1000 pages. Now that can spell a really long word. Or a couple of words.

So maybe it doesn't become a vase, but spells Lone Star instead? Or maybe it's a vase. Or not.

And then there is this gorgeous copy of The Source. Definitely a vase.

I really have been trying to cut back, but fate is working against me. Just the other day I was driving to the craft store to smell the scrapbook paper, when I saw this sign.

I mean, c'mon, who can turn down books for a buck? So I winded my way through the woods to get to the store and guess what. It was a house. Just a regular ole circa 1975 house, but when I walked in it was full of books. Books in every room, on every wall---and there were a few new walls just for books. In fact, there were a few new rooms just for books.

Here's a picture I took from one corner with the fancy-dancy panorama feature on my iPhone.

And I thought to myself gleefully, "One day my house will look like this. My books will spill over from my attic and down into my garage and onto shelf after shelf stacked into bedrooms."

And then my eye went to the window. I glimpsed this piece of art that the owner had hung there and had a Kurt-Douglas-at-the-end-of-Planet-of-the-Apes moment. I have seen the future and there is no escaping it.

And you, dear readers, will all be invited to come dig me out when that happens. I will be at the bottom of the pile, happily folding.

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