So. I believe I've mentioned my predilection for organization my books by color - if only because I have so many and because putting the books away (usually such a fun thing) happened on move day 57 in which I had no mental ability to think about a proper organization system. The weight of the task got the best of me and I thought slapping the books up by color would be faster. I was right. It was faster.
Here's what's not faster: finding a book among the color-coded madness.
While it is true that I possess a photographic memory, it seems I have only memorized the covers of my hundreds of books. Knowing what a cover looks like does you no good when all that mocks you from your color-coded shelves are...spines. I spent a Sunday afternoon looking and looking and looking for a book. I'm still looking.
And yet: I've grown accustomed to the compliments I receive on my color-coded books (rarely by bookish folks, mind you...but the design folks dig it) and I've gotten used to how nice they look, all organized by vibrancy and hue and tone. I've become so attached to the look that I've become one of those people I used to mock: books as decor, not simply as gateways to other worlds. I'm not comfortable with this state of affairs, but I haven't found a solution.
Until now: behold.
Only one question remains: how to adapt and implement immediately?
Can I just say that I love your obsession with color-coding your books? Oh, and I probably would do something similar but I move too often. I just counted - seven times in the last six years - so by the time I start to organize my books at all, I'm already moving again.
Posted by: John Fox | July 16, 2008 at 08:18 PM
I thought I was the only one who did this!
Posted by: Neetu | July 20, 2008 at 06:17 PM
I thought I was the only one who did this!
Posted by: Neetu | July 20, 2008 at 06:17 PM