I am a wee bit compulsive. Just a tad. Every so often (not too frequently – only about once a month), I am overcome with the irresistable need to rearrange furniture.
I have a good friend who is similarly gifted. She was also blessed with an extraordinarily unobservant husband. She once painted a room mango, and he did not notice for about a month. She even purchased new furniture and rearranged the living room. He was oblivious.
I am jealous. My husband is not only observant, he has the gall to have an opinion about the arrangement of furniture. The nerve!
So I am treading lightly this week, wheels spinning ever so quickly whenever I look upon the rarely-used large dining room that begs to be transformed into a den …