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.