Faded labels. It sounds like a bad name for an 80's band. One of the things that I love about librarianship is going back to the shelves and finding a project to organize, shift, move, weed or alphabetize. It's the basics of a library and for me moving through these housekeeping projects can be very therapeutic. Lucky for me, being a substitute librarian at my moonlighting job, I get to focus on those ongoing maintenance projects from time to time. They can be highly satisfying. The last few months I've tackled the task of faded labels. One of our fiction shelves gets slammed with direct sunlight, (beautiful for leisure reading but...) leaving most of the spine labels virtually illegible. Little by little as the night shifts came and went, I carted the books from shelf to label-maker and back to shelf. Old labels were removed and new clear, bold labels took their spots. The process seemed almost insurmountable, in the busy children's room. But I did it and I am down to one shelf left of books which I hope to complete in the next few nights. Peeking down the stacks of newly labeled books, edged and bright white, brings me a simple sense of joy. The repetition of peeling and sticking and alphabetizing and reshelving is good for the soul. Add to that, the words of thanks I received from our Pages, it's really the simplest "feel good". Perhaps I'll clean out my closets at home this weekend.... or not.
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