On bookshelves

I moved to Berlin in January.
Most of my things moved in after me.
Most of them still live in the boxes we moved them in.

For the last few months my bookcase looked like this:
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No[t much] longer!

First, the DB chose a good space for a bookcase.

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Then we measured it.

Then I used Draftsight to make a plan of the space and of the way I wanted it to look and a separate plan of how to get all the lengths into the fewest number of planks (with the least waste).

Then we (the DB, his Dad and I) went wood shopping. We got the people in the wood shop to cut the planks for us, because we spontaneously decided to buy oak instead of pine* and would’ve burnt our way through it instead of cutting it.

After all that, we spent the weekend sawing, glueing, drilling and screwing. DB’s mum spent her weekend cooking for us and making sure we remembered to eat.

I would love to say I had to tragoon them all into it, purely for the sake of the word, but they were willing victims. I think wanting their respective houses and cellars back helped.

First we built this:

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Then we built this:

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And then it was finished. 🙂

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And that was the end of another good weekend.

Now all I have to do is oil it, sand it, oil it again and wait for it to dry (or soak in or whatever oil does) and empty my books into it.

No rest for the wicked, huh?

Still. My mother says only boring people get bored…..

* it was half price 🙂

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