Moving Furniture Around

It's January. What else is there to do.

I love change. I don’t know if it is because I get bored quickly or I just like something new every once in a while. I also can’t sit still for a long time. I’m not sure exactly what that says about me.

I vary my meals - a lot. Aubrey Rose (daughter #4) says why don’t you just rotate the same things throughout the week. I can’t do that. I need to change it up. All the time. 

I love this house. I love everything about it, the light, the layout, the ease of living. One very small frustrating thing is that it’s not easy to change things around. My habit is being curtailed.

When we moved from the farm, we had a mix of furniture collected over the years and also accumulated from our time living in Toronto. Four girls, dogs, cats, rabbits. The farmhouse was traditional Ontario brick, two front rooms, one room at the rear and a stairwell up the centre. The smallish rooms made it easy to move furniture around from one room to another.

Moving the furniture around.

Here, in town, much of the old furniture from the farm didn’t fit well with the modern architecture and we did make a few new purchases. The dining table is made from an iron column from a local church that Shawn removed years ago and the top is made of steel. It most likely weighs over 500 pounds so it is not being moved anywhere. The other pieces were purchased for specific spots where imagined. But does that mean things can’t change?