The other night, I got very itchy to move furniture, and decided that the time was ripe to redo the way I had my bedroom setup (maybe I did get some of my mother's genes after all). My roommate, smelling calamity in the idea of me moving furniture alone with a broken hand, immediately leapt to my aid. After about an hour of shoving, pulling, and muttering, followed by the recollection that I own furniture sliders, and then more shoving (but with far less energy expended), my room looked like the haven I have long desired. I finished reorganizing it yesterday, gave the place a thorough (and needed) dusting and vacuuming, and now it is ready for "Show & Tell":
I am quite happy with the results. And yes, I thanked my dear roommate accordingly: I made her "Eggs Stephadict" for breakfast this morning.
I also made a change to the living room, by finally getting new lamps (on sale at Lowes, of course). I think these lamps are a huge improvement over the old ones (which are cute, but just not big enough to give sufficient light).
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