“WHEN I GET A LITTLE MONEY
I BUY BOOKS
IF THERE IS ANY LEFT OVER
I BUY FOOD AND CLOTHES”
As I was reading a friend’s social media newsfeed earlier today I came across a blog post she recommended about decluttering (which I am all about). What struck me about this post was that it was about decluttering the bookshelf, therefore the most challenging area in my home. I am a minimalist by nature. I was raised by hippies in a pretty nomadic if not downright gypsy lifestyle for the entirety of my first two decades on this planet. So I keep it pretty lean and clean around my house at all times. It is not only a time-saver and, obviously, money-saver, but it keeps my head-space in order; just the way I like it. But, get rid of books? What? Ouch.
Yeah, about that. I just finished, well, to be honest, nearly finished cleaning my latest purchases from our local book fair, an annual event that raises money for the symphony (close to my heart, but not as close as the living books (translation: ideas) I rescue from a lifetime in the text trade, or worse- the landfill).
I dream of one day leaving a legacy of Worthy Books, a library full of high quality, rare and out of print vintage children’s literature (just the good stuff) for the next generation.
I also fantasize about downsizing to a Shipping Container dwelling at some point in the future.
So… not sure where the library will fit into these plans, but I will think of something. Perhaps a compact, two story shipping container library (and there’s always that Book Mobile idea…).
Bookshelf decluttering? Yeah, that’s not going to happen just yet. I could live with just one pair of shoes (though, thankfully I don’t) or only a simple everyday set of dishes (which I do), but getting rid of books is akin to removing wisdom teeth, painful and often unnecessary. (Okay, I might not know what I’m talking about there), but books are a great source of living ideas, inspiration and wisdom and getting rid of them is like pulling teeth.
When I came home from my recent trip to Florida I was in full Spring Cleaning mode (a house left with dad and kids in charge for two months has that kind of affect on me). Most recently I have been cleaning our study, including some of the individual books in our library. Part of the cleaning process for these new (old) books involves a hepa-filtered vacuum cleaner with special nozzles, hoses and brushes, a trade-marked antibacterial microfiber cleaning cloth, dozens of air-tight zippered bags and some kitty litter (I don’t have any cats).
I momentarily considered getting rid of my children’s desks to make room in the study for more bookshelves filled with these worthy books. Which led to a considerable conundrum trying to decide where they should actually study, if not, you know, in the study. I have temporarily settled on stacking the new piles of old books on top of some old piles of new books and keeping the desks where they are for now. Not the most feng shui solution, but I’m working on it. That is, when I am not reading or assigning new books. I truly am a minimalist, “Less is best.” is my go-to decluttering motto. But this is real life folks, and I am a work in progress- and so is my library! Welcome to “A day in the life… of a book loving, homeschooling (with many living books) minimalist.”
I have not even counted (or sorted, or alphabetized) our new acquisitions yet, but it must be somewhere in the thirty-somethings. But hey, I paid less than it would have cost for just one of them on Amazon. So, that has to count for something, right? A, B, C, D, OCD… Where were we?
Back to the books.
Now, let me be clear, although a self-professed bibliophile, I do not buy books just to own them. Books are meant to be read (and held, and smelled, and hugged… ahem). Alright, I may get a little carried away at times; I admit it. (That is step one, right?) Though it’s not just about owning books, I confess we do have a few collections, besides the “Complete Works of…” a few favorite authors, some study helps and commentaries, reference sets and encyclopedias. One is a handsome cloth and leather bound hardback set of classic books with sewn bindings that we add to every year (I imagine my grandkids reading these fine books someday), the other is a set of Harvard Classics. Did I mention we home school? And whole entire worthy books is the foundation of our curriculum? So there’s that too.
Thus, I don’t feel the need to cull through my library to rid the shelves of unwanted or unread books, partly because that doesn’t apply to many, if any, of our worthy books in the first place, and in part because I feel that since I don’t buy any/every book that I want, whenever I want, that it is as if I have already decluttered, pre-purchase. I do declutter my Amazon wish-list periodically. Does that count?
If I didn’t actively declutter my bookshelves pre-purchase (it could become a thing), well I would practically be living in a library. Not that there is anything wrong with that… I cannot be the only person ever to have imagined what that would be like.
Having established that I don’t just go around buying books all the time. The fact that the annual (emphasis mine- as in, it only happens once a year) book fair is in April and Mother’s Day comes right on its heels in May and the only thing I can think to ask for is a couple of books, has less to do with an obsession with the physical books themselves and more to do with an appreciation of the wisdom and living ideas hidden (like treasure) within their pages.
Oh, wait, there is just one other thing I might like:
Now, if you will excuse me, I have some cleaning/organizing to do. Has anyone seen where I put that great book about the Dewey Decimal System that I found at that one book sale at the place that had the thing where we found that amusing book about decluttering your life?
It must be around here somewhere…© Una-Melina // Worthy Books & Things, 2014.