Monday, April 12, 2010


When I was a kid, my mom would take me to the library about once a week, usually on piano lesson days. My siblings and I all loved to read, and we would spend hours browsing the shelves, trying to pick out the (I think) 5 books we were allowed to check out each week. Something about the library was comforting and soothing. I think I learned how to be quiet there, although I probably wasn't as quiet as I imagine.
When I was in college, I still loved the library. Zimmerman had several floors with tons of hidden spaces to study quietly (or loudly in a group), tables to eat at and places to meet and chat. Plus, there was a Starbucks inside. I probably went into the library every single day of college. The Starbucks employees knew me by name and often gave me discounts. It was a beautiful relationship. The library was a place for romantic rendezvous, a bit of warmth on freezing days or a cool place to escape from the heat. Becuase of the quiet and peace, it was like a special secret, a moment of calm in the midst of blurring days.
I would love to create the feeling of a library in our study at home. To make it a room that is both peacful and inspiring. A place to relax with a good book and a cup of tea, or to furiously type and study and work uninterrupted while downing coffee to stay awake. I love the look and smell of floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall shelving and ladders and desks. Someday, I tell myself, my house will have a library. And that will be heaven.

1 comment:

  1. sigh....I want one too! With high ceilings...and ladders...I pretty much want the library from Beauty and the Beast...except it might look rather odd in my house. ;-(

    I love the ceiling in the second picture!

    By the way, I don't think I ever obeyed the 5 book limit. I remember checking out 16 books one day. And reading them ALL that week! Ahh, I miss those days...of course, I checked out 16 books at Zimmerman too, but that was usually cause I had a research paper due!