Have you ever thought about why we move things around?
My post title is actually a rhetorical statement. Because I truly don’t know why we have this tendency to move our furniture all over the house.
I’m happily divorced now. I think I’ve learned my lesson after failed marriage #3. Maybe I’m a slow learner when it comes to matters about love.
So Many Perks To Living Alone:
There are perks to living alone that make me smile. If I want to I can move every single thing off the shelves and rearrange them. I can move the couch and there’s no one to moan and groan about it.
Heavens, I can even move the TV and there’s no man around to grumble that his ball game is about to start.
And living alone, I especially like the fact that there are no ball games to endlessly drone on in the background every weekend.
I’m so glad to have found women like me. Online friends who “get me.”
Decorating Bloggers Perhaps Move Things The Most:
Decorating bloggers drag boxes of things out of wherever we store them to decorate for the seasons.
We buy different colored slipcovers to change up the look of a room. And purchase dishes we don’t need because the price was simply too good to pass up.
We constantly change up our mantels. And every other surface in our homes.
We lie in bed, unable to sleep, and conjure up ideas about how we might try a little something different in the guest bedroom or home office or the living room or wherever.
Upcycling Is A Trend:
We thrive on using things for different purposes. And we change out lamps and lampshades and move paintings around from wall to wall. Then have to deal with the nail holes left behind.
To lend a bit of reasoning to our pursuits, we usually dust while we’re at it. Which falls under the “it needed cleaning anyway” explanation.
I like to think it is just part of the nesting instinct. But then I doubt that mama birds move their nests all over the neighborhood while they have baby eggs in them.
Who Knows Why We Do The Things We Do:
Or perhaps the answer is as simple as: We simply cannot leave well enough alone.
I’d rather think we are just creative souls who need more stimulation in our environment. Or that we know we need the exercise.
And it’s somehow more fun to shove furniture around than endure an hour on the stationary bicycle.