It all started with a somewhat innocent late night text to my husband.

“I did a thing.”

Not a huge thing.  Not even an unusual thing.

In fact, when my husband received my text around 11 pm, I daresay he wasn’t even shocked or alarmed.  In all actuality, he was probably thinking  “I was wondering when I’d get this text.”  And  ” It was only a matter of time.”  Instead he texted back with “K”.

His usual.

I could write an essay, ending with the toilet clogging, a child dying, and world destruction just minutes away- with him the only hope of saving the world. And that would still be his reply.

No worries though.  I know.  I know he’s not the only guy who has a monopoly on that letter on his little keyboard. Right???

He’s a good sport.  This husband of mine. Putting up with all of my shenanigans.

I’m starting to think it’s just karma.  I mean, he’s moved me quite a few times.  California, Kansas, New Mexico….a few houses, apartments, and such.  So it’s only fair that I move his furniture.  Often.  While he’s either sleeping or working.  Karma.

“At least I won’t run into any furniture.”

Ah!!! So he does know the entire alphabet after all!

This text was very accurate since he’d see it in the daylight.  Not like that time he woke up before even the sun had the sense to wake up, and made his way down to the kitchen….and slammed into a sofa.  Oops? That’ll teach him to use a light switch.

So the thing.  The thing.  What is this thing I did?

Remember how I took over the dining room?  Turned it into an office?  Well, I got tired of having an entire room to myself.  It’s just weird.  And I got lonely. And…well just kidding.  These people freaking adore me.  To the point of stalking.  So to get them all out of my office I put myself in a corner.  Let’s consider it a big Time Out- yeah, that’ll teach me.

And they laughed, and they laughed, and they laughed some more.

Okay, that and I was kinda, sorta missing our dining room- even if it will just get cluttered up and ignored.  It’s the principle of it. (Pics of the dining room will be at the end of this post)

It all started very innocently.  I took a few hooks off the wall so I could maybe hang a sign from the top one. Only I didn’t like the way it looked.  So I moved the ottoman that had been taking up residence in that corner. To see if the sign looked better then.  Nope, no dice.

I was going to put the other three hooks back on, when a little thought popped into my head.  “What if I move the little cabinet from the dining room to this corner right here- I mean, it’s empty, might as well try it.”   It’s a thought I’d been entertaining for a week prior, but would brush off.  But since the corner was currently empty….

I liked it, so I kept it.  But then there was a new problem.  The space was too tight for my chair.  But I wasn’t ready to accept defeat.

Rearranging is a slippery slope.

I angled the couch…which then dictated I angle the rug…and the coffee table…and the chairs just a teeny bit and….It was like a furniture version of “There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly’.

And this is the end result.  Take a good look, because knowing me- it’ll change in about a week, though if you ask my husband he’d probably say a few hours… It’s sad because it’s true.   Here take a view courtesy of my lame camera skills and the panorama option.

This is the heart of our home, the family room.  And it’s a pain to arrange furniture in.  And yet, somehow I manage to.  Often.

And so there you have it, more proof that I love to rearrange and try new things.  No shame in my game.  In fact, it’s wonderful.  When I move stuff around it breathes life back into a room and it actually keeps me from shopping when I get the itch.

Do you have a room that could use a fresh perspective?  Contact me if you’d like to get an outside opinion.  Together we can think outside of the box and do a thing.  But I warn you- it’s like eating a bag of chips…..

Speaking of eating, here’s a before and after of the dining room.  And just in time for the holidays. Far left is obviously the glorious before and the two on the right are the now. Betsy has found a new home…again.  That poor cow is constantly on the move.

 Did you know two thumbtacks can hold up a cow?