Collecting books

I readily admit that I love collecting a few things over here.

A few things like old silver-plate and delicate china, 

crazed ironstone in all shapes and sizes and pretty much all things french.

Oh... and furniture. 

Completely in love with gorgeous furniture.

Like chairs, gilded tables, french commodes, rustic pieces with hand rubbed patina
 pieces with worn painted finishes and french armoires.
 I  love love love armoires...

Well, the list goes on  and  you get the picture.
The collections are always changing and being added to
and that's half the fun of it.

I have been collecting mostly smaller things recently like ironstone and silver
and I have been feeding one of my favorite collecting habits-

 Vintage books.

It's not a new obsession

 I have actually been collecting old books for years. 

I have always been drawn to ones that have pretty covers, worn, rippled pages 

an interesting or favorite title or just an old, loved and well read feeling.

 I had a good start to the collection when I added some newer books to it that were my grandmothers.

She had a collection of books that were all leather bound, colorful & decorated with detailed gold patterns. They were all classics and one of those sets that you can purchase to start a collection- not old or anything- but definitely beautiful. 

I loved them and always found myself admiring my favorite feature of them-
 their gold edged pages and decorated covers.

Recently, I started ramping up the vintage book collecting while trying to find enough of those vintage style size and shaped books to fill up both of the built in bookshelves
in the cottage as well as the shelves in our home.

So when I find them- they have been coming home with me.
One of my favorites- I have a collection of these tiny little red books
 they are all Rudyard Kipling.

I tend to gravitate towards colors like black, navy or faded reds, etc. for display. 

and recently I found a stack of
very worn 



covers barely attached 

and ready to be thrown away
 vintage books.

There were even a few that didn't have any cover on them on them.

Which... I adore.

Not because they are missing their covers- but because their construction alone is beautiful.

Seriously, how those exposed bindings and simple papers upon papers woven together
with rope inspire me

Whenever I find those vintage naked books- they come home with me. 

They are so simple, quiet, textural and intriguing.

I stacked them up and wrapped their pale pages in twine
They are a perfect compliment  to a vintage aqua inkwell filled
with a few quickly drying, petals falling everywhere as I was photographing  spray roses

I stacked several sets of them on the table in the living room
and am loving how simple they look.

 So... yes, the collecting continues and I will be keeping my eye out for more of
these almost tossed out vintage books as usual.

The good news-
those shelves are almost completely covered in the cottage.

Then it's onto collecting for the built in bookshelves in the house.

;)

Happy Wednesday

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