People, you haven’t known me for very long, so let me tell you a fact about myself: I love books. I mean reading them of course, but also having them physically present all around me! The hubby invariably has an argument with me whenever I add yet another bookshelf to any available corner in the house (and by the way, it’s a small house!)
I think it’s a deep rooted psycho stuff related to my childhood. Being an absent minded Professor’s daughter, one (or even 2) rooms in any house we lived in over the years were always converted to a ‘study’…no matter if we sisters had to share a bedroom, but the ‘study’ just had to be there.
Also, I remember having to help transport Dad’s books from one study to another, as and when the venue shifted….which translated to my developing an obsession for having books all around me to make me feel comfortable! (don’t know what the psychology books will have to say about this fixation)
In winter (this was the sub zero temperatures in Amritsar), Dad used to have another option for a ‘study’: the long-suffering Ambassador, as it was the coziest place to sit, read and have chai in…and snooze…………….:)
Aah…the lovely days of childhood….hello hubby, when am I going to get my ‘study’? Hmm, maybe as soon as one of the kids moves out into a hostel I can see my dream coming true…
Btw: now that my Dad lives alone, he has converted every room in his house into a study with books all over….in the dining/living/bedrooms and of course in the 2 official ‘studies”!!