The Dining Library of Congress

One of my friends has a bookcase in her dining room. When she moved into the townhouse with her husband and two children, she had nowhere else to put it. It was stuffed full of books in no particular order; all jumbled together were nonfiction, fiction, magazines and miscellaneous items that were stuck on the shelves for want of a better home. It bothered her because the bookcase had a dark cherry finish while the dining table and chairs were a two-tone, country style dining set in white and light wood colors. The mismatched vibe she got whenever she sat at the table made her feel uncomfortable.

The casual dining table was actually a hand-me-down from her in-laws, and even though she ultimately wanted a dining room taken from the pages of Better Homes and Gardens, she was reluctant to replace the table until her children were old enough to do crafty things in their own rooms. In truth, she was quite proud of the historical record her dining tabletop documented, as her son and daughter grew past the finger painting, eating glue and dried-in-the-hair paper mache glob stages. But then something happened that changed the fate of her mismatched dining room forever.

Her mother was moving 400 miles away and wanted to know if she would like the formal dining room table that she had grown up with. Because her dining room was narrow and somewhat awkwardly shaped, she went to her mother’s place to measure the table and found that yes, it would indeed fit in their house.

Once the dining table and matching chairs had been arranged in their new home, my friend was very pleased with the result. It had a rich cherry finish that softly glowed in the light filtering through the window. The upholstered side dining chairs were covered in a neutral fabric that was relatively new, since her mother had had them redone recently. But there was still the matter of the pesky bookcase to deal with. It inspired her to wander into each room to search for a new place to put it. No such luck.

Resigned to having to live with the large bookcase in her (almost perfect) dining room, one day, after searching through cupboards and other stuff for a particular recipe in preparation for a special celebration with friends, she had a brilliant idea. Both made of darker woods, it occurred to her that the bookcase really complemented the dining table. Instead of fighting a losing battle, why not make it a focal point? She removed everything from the bookshelves and replaced them with her cookbooks – every single one she owned. The top two shelves of the center section were reserved for her collection of novelty milk jugs and creamers. Turning a liability into an asset, she had created a handy reference library that would save her a lot of time and frustration.