I’m a bad stacker, which generally means that my bookshelves are stacked three or four deep with books, and photos and knickknacks are mixed in alongside some of my favorite titles … Fortunately, my mental filing keeps it all straight in my mind.
Occasionally I do hit a point when I’ve had it and I spend an hour or so shelving books and finding new homes for little things. One exciting side effect to cleaning out my shelves is finding postcards, or pictures my son’s drawn for me (that I store along the books so they don’t get crumpled), and fun greeting cards people send me.
My mom sent me a hysterical card for Mother’s Day. It’s my current matra while baking, and filed away on the magic bookshelf for prosperity.