We’re rearranging. Again. Either we’re furniture moving junkies or incredibly indecisive. Or both. But really, it’s just that we keep trying and trying to figure out how to live best in the space we have (that whole contentment struggle) and so that necessitates constant motion until we get it right.
Or until I get a new idea from Pinterest or the IKEA catalog and it’s back to the moving we go. Thank the Lord I have a tolerant husband who actually agrees with me about most of these projects. Except when I change my mind halfway through. Then he gets a tad frustrated and there might be some
yelling strong discussions.
I was tempted just to show you the one picture. Because it appears from that little corner that we might actually have a plan that is organized and working. But that would be false advertising. Like telling you how there’s less than a 100 calories in a serving of Oreos. That’s only true if you only eat one and who does that?
We do have a plan. It’s just that each step scaffolds upon the other, and I can only handle so much chaos at one time. So for now, we have a corner. And
a couple of several messy closets. And rooms that really look like this.