On my way to my brother’s late yesterday afternoon, I pulled off the interstate for gas and wound up in a tiny town on the banks of the Wabash River. The window displays of a dusty antique shop drew me in, 20 minutes to closing time. So many pretty, dainty things, and somehow, this is what caught my eye — a small, battered old bookcase, obviously hand-crafted, with a quirky style that charmed me. Tonight when I finally got home and took it out of the backseat of my car, I took another look at the off-beat style and the scratches and dings and wondered if I’m just silly. But I can’t resist a challenge and a bargain, and this was both; we’ll see what it becomes.
“Make thy books thy companions. Let thy cases and shelves be thy pleasure grounds and gardens.” -Samuel ibn-Tibbon