So this was my morning:
*work work work* because self-employed artists don’t do that labour day shit (moment of shameless self-promotion! …okay now back to the show.)
*computer pops up Anti-RSI software break-time which is currently more so I don’t go blind before these eight-year-old glasses get replaced but whatever*
hey since I need to get off the computer for a few minutes anyway, I’m gonna try that vertical folding thing I keep seeing on UFYH
*clean clean clean*
holy shit I should’ve taken a ‘before’ picture, this is awesome. But I don’t think it’ll last because even though I have some more shirts in the laundry, I also need to get rid of about half of these ones, and once the drawer is *properly* cleaned and emptied I won’t have enough for them to actually stand up. Hey, didn’t someone do an UFYH post recently saying they were using bookends to hold up their shirts like this? …Nah, I wouldn’t use bookends for that, if I actually had bookends I’d put them on the tops of my bookshelves so more books could be properly shelved and not in big teetering stacks. Besides, aren’t bookends kinda heavy? I’m not sure these drawers could support it.
*poke shove poke*
Huh actually they are quite sturdy.
*poke push tap*
In fact I think they may be sturdy enough to hold actual books.
*poke tap hit*
SWEET MOTHER OF GOD
*proceed to spend next twenty minutes grabbing books off aforementioned teetering stacks, arranging them in drawer, cursing Моя первая книга об искусстве/The Path of Druidry/30-Second Theories when they do not fit, repeatedly opening and closing the drawer for the sheer glee of seeing all those books in a row for the first time since they came home from the shops, and generally being insufferably pleased with myself*
For reference, it’s not that I have no shelves. Or that I poorly use my shelves. I have no less than four bookshelves (three of which are quite large), most of which are double- or triple-stacked (note the books here are arranged by height. That’s how I sort all my books – height first, depth second, so I can put even more books on top of and in front of them. Not likely I’ll put more books in here but I do have room for, idk, socks. Or my film camera. Or my swords). Also books on both my desks. On the nightstand. On and in organisational drawer-thingies. Completely filling a footlocker. In various stacks on the floor. On the same table I keep my tea, which has on more than one occasion led to precisely the result one might expect from keeping tea and books so dangerously close together.
The last time I tried *counting* my books I was seven and gave up when I hit two hundred. Some things never change.
Although I mostly buy e-books now, one reason being ‘sometimes overloaded furniture ends up collapsing under all the tree-books’.
But now I can harness the power of the too-goddamn-many-tree-books to CLEAN ALL THE THINGS because when shit is clean and organised there is MOAR BOOK-ROOM and I clearly need that.