“Remoted” Day 293 (Sunday)

The visitations of domestic spirits continued. Today, it was whichever magical domestic goddess is the one in charge of rearranging furniture.

Furniture swapped.

The removal of the Christmas trees and decorations made the living room and dining room feel empty. The bookcase in the living room is now shifted about three feet and is against the wall next to the window, which provides a place to set a painting that really belongs in the living room but has been tucked away in the bedroom. 

The bookcase was mostly full when moved, made possible by the magic of those felt pads for the bottom of furniture. Talk about a wonderous time saver from the local hardware store. The book shelves were readjusted and contents rearranged. The sequin storage bin holding throw blankets was moved from the bottom shelf of the bookcase to under the round table, freeing up space for more tall books.

Slightly modified view
 from the couch.

The round table, which was tucked in the corner serving as the resting place for a lamp, is now in front of the window and is a multifunctional spot, with a storage spot for the laptop on the lower tier. A glass or a small plate could be placed on the top shelf in the rare event that anyone was sitting in the arm chair. This is an apparent manifestation of the Better Homes and Gardens fantasy element of life and furniture.

The reality version of life at the BungaLowell is that guests are rare, even before the pandemic, but it’s practical to think ahead. When guests have been here, we’ve usually been on the deck or in the dining room, and haven't spent time in the small living room. 

Over in the dining room, the flatware chest was relocated from the top of the buffet and replaced with the wine rack from the kitchen. Some of the relocations have been four years in the making. If I live to be 100 and stay in this house, I might eventually get the place to a point where I like everything, instead of just tuning it out.