The TMI Files. Chicks dig furniture.We do. I should know because a) I'm a chick and b) I have a bit of a furniture thing happening.
Today, I rearranged some furniture. The walnut bookcase was moved out of the lounge and into the hallway, the glass side table from my room is now in the lounge (where said bookcase was) with an empty fishtank and a potplant on it. I'm going to get fish in the next couple of weeks.
After all this time, I reckon I should have worked out why I do a shuffle of furniture every six months or so. Whether is the kitchen, the lounge, my room or Magilla's room, things have to be changed. It's always been this way.
I do confess to getting a warm, fuzzy glow out of my achievements in decor rearrangement. I also know I'm not alone. I know a few of the girls out there who like to do an occasional re-org.
Just not as often as I like.
Maybe I'm just a touch obsessive about it. Sort of like my loo paper fetish. I think that 10 rolls are nowhere near enough.
30 is a bit more comforting.
I am amazed at times where writing a blog takes me. I was going to go into the whys and the wherefores of purchase and upkeep of household items, but got a bit distracted with SBS (television for Special People) and tonight's episode of Insight, Extreme Measures, a debate about Islam and muslims in Oz. I'm just waiting for the online debate to start, so if this offering is a bit slapdash, please accept my apologies.
My loungeroom is looking pretty grouse to me, though.