Room Arrangement: The Office!

I am so utterly predictable.

Whenever I start to feel antsy, I do one of two things:

1. I cut off my hair, or
2. I rearrange furniture like there's no tomorrow.

Since all of you are helping keep me accountable with option number ONE, I had to do the next best thing: Option TWO.

Last November, I was feeling jittery and so I made Chris help me switch the office and Ezra's room (without delay!) on a Tuesday night. This is what the room looked like last November.






Since the switch, I have loved Ezra's new room, but this office / guest room has never felt quite "right" to me. The desk was shoved in the corner farthest from the window, and the couch covered the single air vent in the entire room, so it was always too hot or too cold in there. It always felt cluttery and random in there to me. I am the kind of person who won't rest until a room feels 'correct'- I can't hang out in it or relax in it until it is just right.

Finally, yesterday, I decided it was time to make some adjustments. So, I rearranged the whole office. By myself. During Ezra's nap time. Boo-yah!

Here's what it looks like now:





I removed the coffee table and the rug entirely so that the room wouldn't feel so cluttered. The room feels a lot bigger and brighter because of it. And how cool is that desk?? A friend gave it to us a few months ago-- it belonged to his father and it's an old army-issued desk from way back in the day. Our friend painted it black and changed out the hardware, but had no use for it anymore. We LOVE it! We wanted a more 'modern' feel to this room... less patterns and more sharp lines. Chris wants this room to be "green and black" with no extra frilly froo-froo anywhere. It's getting there!

The biggest plus to this new arrangement, however, is the fact that now, as I sit and type this, I can gaze out my window into my backyard and feel the sunlight on my face. I can watch the squirrels run across the telephone wires and then make kamikaze dives onto nearby branches.

Geesh, that's nerve-wracking.

Something about rearranging furniture really calms me down when I'm feeling all amped up. It makes me feel centered and calm, and since yesterday I have wanted to do nothing but sit in this room and write. How can such a small act change my entire emotional state? I don't know the answer to that question, but I do know this:

I'm running out of rooms to rearrange, and the scissors are calling out my name.

Must... not.... cut...hair!

WILL... REMAIN... STRONG!


*hides scissors in the very back of the top desk drawer*

*knows full well that this will do nothing but frustrate husband when he is looking for scissors later*

*giggles to self.*

*hits 'publish' button.*

*goes and makes a sandwhich.*

*is stopping the obnoxious running commentary now...*

*...promise.*