Someone asked me the other night if I am an Interior Decorator. My first reaction was to laugh, because that is the farthest from how I would personally describe myself. But I didn’t want to appear rude, so I held it in and said I was not. Her question made me think, though. Yes, I sort of am an interior decorator. I mean, I re-arrange our furniture almost weekly. My mom knows this, my closest girlfriends know this. Bauer the dog certainly knows this about me. Ha!
Once I start moving even one piece, he runs off to another room and basically prays I’m not going in there next. But it’s true, I really do love to move our furniture, and I really do move things around often. Just yesterday I moved a wingback chair to the dining room table. It easily seats 8 people, and I thought it would be fun to have some texture amongst all the wooden chairs. (I have this strong love for adding texture to a room, but that’s another post.)
As soon as I picked up the blue chair to move it to the table, Maxwell asked me what I was doing.
Child, have you learned nothing about your mama?
OK, so I didn’t say that… But I did fill him in on my plans. He gave me a funny look.
So then I said, Because I LOVE to move furniture, and it makes your mama happy!
And it does make me happy. Very happy! Finding new ways to enjoy what’s already in our home is fun.
Moving furniture is the easiest (and most affordable) way for me to find creativity in a day-to-day setting. It gets my mind thinking in totally new ways. It’s a great 20-minute workout. The kids are guaranteed to look at me like I’m a tiny bit crazy. Bauer searches for a new hiding spot. And when Zack comes home at night, we have even more to talk about ;)
And proof that I move furniture often? Today, my living room looks nothing like the layout shown in these photos. I’ve moved the couch back to under the mirror, we’ve bought another wingback chair, and the yellow floral chair has been moved to our bedroom. And then there’s the Christmas decorations we’ve made and hung…
But let’s talk about something else just as important — did you notice the crewel embroidery on the wall? Isn’t that gorgeous? I found it at an estate sale for less than $20, and as soon as I saw the macramé plant hanger I was like, You’re going home with me.
I hope no one standing nearby heard me.
Now, to find a Fiddle Leaf Fig… (#plantlady)