I got it into my head that I'd really like a dressing table but there was no room for one. I'm determined not to overstuff my sweet apartment so, if I get the table, something had to go.
I like my bedroom just the way it is but I haven't been happy with the neat but crowded condition of the spare room. I know I could organize it better than I have and maybe, just maybe either get rid of some crafts or store them in the basement locker. Every time I entered the room and looked at my stash of stuff I couldn't imagine where I'd move it to, though, but where there's a will there's a way. I'm stubborn.
This morning I decided to make a stab at it and by piling some stuff in a hamper to take to Florida which I can store in the car trunk right now and by re-organizing my crafts, I actually cleared the big shelving unit. Then, like a fool, toted it precariously down to my basement locker only to find it was too tall. Crap! I knew I should have measured first but one of my faults is that, when I want something done, I want it done right now. Stupid, I know.
There was no way I was going to struggle the damn thing all the way back up to my apartment so I carted it to the back door of the building where we put things we don't want but hope someone else does. I was sweating like a stuck pig but quite proud of myself that I'd accomplished it at all. I really do feel a great sense of satisfaction when I succeed at a difficult task.
Now I have to re-organize my crafts in the spare room and there will be a perfect spot for my new dressing table when I find it. I want an antique one, the gaudier the better, and it has to come with delivery because I hate inconveniencing my kids. My hope is to find one at a yard sale or used furniture store but I'm in no hurry and will wait until I find the perfect one for me.
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