I believe I've said before (ad nauseum, in fact) that I am not a particularly gifted or enthusiastic housekeeper. Cleaning house is one of the necessary evils of the universe, like visiting the dentist or paying taxes; I only do what I have to do, no more. However, I have a bizarre fascination with rearranging furniture, which (done properly) usually involves some cleaning. That's about the only time I am willing - nay, eager - to drag out the cleaning supplies and go to it.
In spite of the fact that our house is pretty big, there are some annoying limitations to what I can do in my living room. It's a large room, but it is "divided" into two semi-distinct areas by wall placement and a peninsula-style gas fireplace. Think of placing two dominoes together, narrow ends touching, and then shifting one out of alignment by about 1/3 but with the ends still in contact. Make sense? Anyway, that's basically the layout of my living room. The side towards the road has two large skylights and a section of half-wall to define the hallway. The other side has a huge sliding glass door that opens onto our rear deck. There's also a pass-through to the kitchen on that side - in fact, when we bought the house, that section was being used as a formal dining room. Well, we aren't "formal dining" people, and since the kitchen is quite large also, we just eat in there.
For the past two and a half years, the section of the living room that opens to the deck has been the primary seating area - couches, coffee table, tv, blah blah blah, all on that side. The other side has had some secondary seating (a couple of Ikea chairs and a lamp) and my baby grand piano. It worked fine, but I've been debating some changes for quite some time. This Thursday I finally quit debating and got down to work.
My kids - who are totally awesome, dude! - helped me do a complete flip-flop of the room. The couches, most of the lamps, etc. are now in the "front" section and the piano is in the "back". I got some new curtains and another floor lamp. While I was at it, I vacuumed the snot out of the entire room, including getting down on my hands and knees and using the funky little attachments on my vacuum to really get at the baseboards and edges of the carpet. And then I made fruit pizza and coffee and sat down to enjoy our small group Bible study.
Sometime Thursday night I woke up and thought "Wow, my fingers feel funny....maybe I was laying on my hand or something." Then I went back to sleep. When I got up Friday morning, though, my fingers didn't just feel funny, they hurt. Especially my left ring finger, which was swollen like a sausage. My wedding ring was stuck tight in all that swelling and wouldn't budge. I tried all the usual methods of ring removal, but nothing worked and my finger was beginning to turn purple. So, I.....cut off my wedding ring. Yep, I did. Cut it right off. OOooooowwwwwww! Then I went to the doctor, where I discovered that I had a slight stress fracture in that finger. At first I was honestly unable to think of what I could have done to cause such a thing, but then I remembered moving my piano. At one point I was trying to lift and apparently had my fingers slightly twisted, because I got a sharp stab of pain in that finger. It didn't hurt after that, though, so I promptly forgot all about it. Until Friday. When I couldn't forget it anymore. :-)
So now I have a beautifully rearranged living room - "entertaining" side a bit cozier, "music" side a little more open and with more natural light - and a funky little finger splint that is supposed to remind me to rest my finger. Really all it does is irritate me, so at the moment it's sitting on the end table, keeping my place in the book I'm reading. I also have a really strange urge to do more rearranging/decorating. Can't imagine why,really....although that finger splint is mighty fetching.....perhaps I subconsciously want to begin a collection? I wonder if they come in green?