Who knew that packing to move was such an art? I thought I had it down: labeling ALL sides of each box, listing not only the contents but the final destination (living room, bedroom or the soon-to-be-Lady-Hoofers-World-Headquarters), and writing “fragile” on my collection of centerpiece vases stolen from the Sugarhouse Casino.
What I did not consider is that packing one’s books into “as few boxes as possible” is not a good idea. It’s a terrible idea. Especially if you were homeschooled, pursued a double major and a minor as an undergraduate, went on to acquire a rather eclectic and interdisciplinary Masters degree and subsequently developed a minor addition to the gallery guide clearance section in the gift shop at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
Suffice it to say, I have a lot of books. And packing all of them into three very large boxes—although satisfying—was, I soon discovered, not my most brilliant plan. Each box weighed approximately 900 pounds and you can’t keep friends if you ask them to help you move 900 pound boxes, not even if you reward them with beer and pizza and artisan gelato.
So, I spent the afternoon repacking them into eight much smaller and much more manageable boxes, all the while complaining to the European about A) my general stupidity and B) the fact that the eight much smaller boxes totally ruined my organizational schematic (Box 1: Design, including everything from architecture and fine art to costume history; Box #2: Dance, Box #3: History and anthropology).
He told me about a couple who, upon merging their book collections, had to decide whether to organize them thematically or by color.
I told him that if we ever reached that point organizing by color is out of the question. I mean seriously, its cute and extraordinarily magazine-worthy but where is the functionality here?
I’d be willing to wager, in fact, that books-organized-by-color is one of the leading causes of divorce. (In which case, I’m glad we’ve got that potential deal breaker sorted out.)