still a rainbow…

Most of you probably remember our rainbow bookshelves.  Either you saw them in person or you saw the write-up about them in the New Yorker online.

When John left, he took most of the books and most of the bookshelves.  Which was okay with me.  I was ready for something new, and the books seemed so heavy, such a burden.  Both in physical weight and in the weight of memory.  I kept my professional books–moving them to my office at Chapman.  And I have two shelves of personal books in my bedroom.  But for the most part, the books are gone from my space.

So I’ve been working on re-doing my living room in the meantime.  I wanted it to be artful and comfortable, yet also have very clean lines.  And while it’s still a work-in-progress, this is how it now looks (this is the very same wall that used to be covered in books):

The art on the walls is mostly done by the children, with the portraits on the end being painted by my Aunt.  I love that it still retains the whimsical feel of the earlier rainbow bookshelves.  I also love just how much it still feels like home.