All That We Let In

When I initially joined this whole blogging bandwagon, I selected a “theme” that was in my general color scheme of life.  However, as many of you know, I am a woman who requires some superficial changes to be made rather frequently in order to feel … productive.  Fresh.  Absolved. 

Hence, the new theme.  I will never invest in having one designed for me — although I SO LOVE to see what people can create with their computer magic — so I perused the market of themes this afternoon and came up with what you see.  Long story longer … I need a diagnosis, people.  This rearranging-of-physical-traits is a condition.  A disease.  I swear.  And this illness is in addition to that one.  

I am obsessed with rearranging furniture.  I mean, OBSESSED.  Ask me what I did one hour before my brother and his wife descended upon my unwashed kitchen floor and half-dusted living room.  Go on … ASK! 

I rearranged the girls’ bedroom.

And the house looked like this.

Living Conditions

I will drop everything — ask Chad! — I mean EVERYTHING to push furniture around a tiny space.  Furniture rearranging is yet another form of meditation for me …  Too bad the rest of the house, the kids, and whatever project I’m supposed to be tackling magically get reorganized into the it’s-not-as-important-as-moving-the-bed-to-the-inside-wall-even-though-it’s-still-90plus-degrees-in-the-afternoon compartment of my brain.  I neglect all other responsibilities.  Just to get my furniture re-focus fix.

Here’s the real kicker … I can’t rearrange my living room.  The crème de la crème … and it just can’t be.  Too many pieces of furniture, too many humans, too many uses for the room, Feng Shui or whatever … the way you see it is the only way it will work.  (Minus the ironing board I managed to muck up during my craft attempt two weeks ago … a tale for another time.)  Boo hoo.   

So, enjoy the latest look for All That We Let In.  It won’t be the last one I let in …