I've Moved!

But don't panic...I've only moved one room down.

I contemplated the decision for a few days, I was just simply and plainly put in need of change. I start to get this itch around my house to move something, paint something, or buy something. Considering the fact that I have painted nearly everything that would stand still long enough twice, move something seemed to be the cheaper, more new years resolution friendly option. Thus I packed up my belongings and began to shift things around. I moved 3 beds, a dresser, a chest of drawers, curtains, and two closets all by my single self.

The very next day my good friend Beth (as in the very famous and has no clue of my existence Moore), posed the question on her blog...are you a mover or an immover? Clearly the answer was obvi for me, but her two posts dedicated to the subject, in her ever so timely way were hilarious. Beth, is an extremist immover.

Some movers rearrange so obsessively that, among those married, many coinciding husbands don’t put down their brief cases after coming in from work until they see their own wives’ faces. They simply never are sure they’ve walked into the right house. And God forbid that they get up during the night and try to navigate their way to the bathroom in the dark. Many have been discovered in various stages of brokenness. Ronda’s husband claims never to begin his descent into a sitting position until he has checked carefully to make sure a chair is still there.

Many movers, Ocean Mommy among them, just happened to mention that they love to rearrange the furniture once a month. I’m just sayin.

Others had no specific pattern. I suppose we might say they are movers with irregularity.

Some immovers are more naïve than unwilling. PraisinYahweh was willing to take us back to the basics by begging the question,

“Moving furniture? Can we do that?”

For others, reluctance to domestic change is not their fault. It’s their phobia. “MadeforHim” says of her and her man:

“Truly we are both scared to death of color. Our walls are all white.”

Speaking of fears, one of my very own trusted sisters described in her insightful comment what I fear – and she pegged – could be me:

“My friend Laura is like you. Gets it like she likes it and leaves it alone. She moved into a new house a few years ago, and when I went to see her I walked in the front door and died laughing. EXACT same floor plan as her old house, just bigger and with one more bedroom. Tickled me to no end.”

But really it all started with the want desire need for a more tranquil place to lay my head a night. Decorating magazines and blogs are going to be the death of me. But I am obsessed with these bedrooms that just have that serene, tranquil, light, airy quality about them. Like this one courtesy of coastal living.



Since, I can't afford, nor can I justify a total redo. I want to work with what I have. More pictures to come, accessorizing still needed, and furniture placement not certain but consider it a rough draft.

See that sunny spot? That's where I spent a few hours Sunday afternoon and it was heavenly.



In order to let more light in I dropped my bed down off the risers, and the curtains need to be moved up but I'm waiting on the yard boy with the drill to come help with that.

And note the new lamps from this conversation. They still have the plastic on them just in case I need to change my mind about them. Also...the fancy bedside tables composed of a table top and a stool with a sheet over them, just to give the effect. Options are going for a bigger table top...hmm, still contemplating that one. And clearly table cloths for them, as I might need those sheets sometime.



I have contemplated incorporating some khaki in with the mix so I purchased a khaki quilt on sale at Target in hopes of then turning my green bedspread into one that remains folded at the foot of the bed but the khaki was too dark and it looked gross in the room.



I am contemplated incorporating stripes either black and off white like the rest of the fabric or maybe khaki...big fat stripes like in the picture I love and or ticking stripes.

The Dingo seems to be enjoying the new room regardless of it's lack of pulled togetherness.