Preciously Un-Precious.

I have an odd ritual.

Every few months, I rearrange the furniture.

Actually, it’s more like every few weeks.

It’s usually a chair from one room into another. But for a while there, every other month, I would flip my guest chamber and office with the other. This would involve taking apart things and moving a modular sectional and large wooden table that has become my desk down a small hallway with a tight corner.

I became efficient with the whole process. I could flip both rooms completely in 90 minutes.

I’m now settled though. My office is the room that is back the far left corner in my house – the money corner in Feng Shui. The obsessive compulsive urges are satiated.

For now.

I chose to focus my attention to the living room area of the home.

I’ve changed the feet on the smaller love seat couch four times in the past year. I landed on 8-inch acrylic tapered legs. And silver metal side tables that used to sit in a guest room in the Toronto house have become end tables.

And nothing matches in my living room. One of the most important things. I loathe when things match. Clash. Maybe even complement.

But match?

Ugh.

There are 23 plants in the room. Wait, 23. I forgot about a small succulent on a table behind the couch.

And speaking of couches… Which don’t match… George is allowed to sit wherever she wants in the house. As long as it’s on a blanket. (She – a mixture of Australian Cattle dog and German Shepherd – is easily trained.)

I have books everywhere. And small vessels with pens – so that I can reach only a few feet from wherever I am and able to jot something down.

The floors are 81 years old and original. They are scuffed and scratched… And while most people would say, “You should really refinish these”… I have no desire to.

I love the patina.

And yes… In the photo… That is a leather ottoman underneath the coffee table.

I like the texture it adds to the space. It’s not typical.

It’s maximalist.

That’s my preference.

Everything is preciously in it’s perfect place. But nothing is too precious.

Preciously un-precious.