Noah loves books. He loves to chew, rip, throw, sit on, hide and kiss them, actually, just about anything apart from sit and look at them. This is why most of the time, the tiny flat which we inhabit looks like a bombed library. Don’t get me wrong, i’m not complaining. I understand that one day all the chewing and ripping will turn into quiet observation, so until then I am happy for him to be surrounded by his books. It’s just what to do with them once he has finished his demolition. He has a bookshelf in his bedroom, but recently it seems to have been taken over with stuffed toys and cleverly placed, out-of-munchkin’s-reach parenting books. I’d love to have some book storage especially for him, so that he can reach and admire his beautiful, colourful books – and if i’m lucky, put them back there at the end of the day (hmmm).
Here are some lovely examples of the kind of thing i’m after.