A couple of weeks ago I woke up one morning and decided I couldn’t possibly live with a piano in my entry way for one more minute. Though it had been there for at least four years, having it there for one more day was suddenly impossible to endure.
During Tess’s nap time I moved everything around in my living room. I first tried the piano on this wall.
Under the chalkboard and photos. I lived with it there for one week. The problem was the loveseat had to go in front of the French doors and the table behind it went in front of the fireplace. Both bugged me in this awkward new place.
I woke up from a nap one evening about a week later, very grouchy, and could not live with the living room that way one more minute. Apparently irritability drives me to rearrange.
The loveseat went back to its happy place over by the chalkboard and the piano went here, beside the French doors. I didn’t try it here earlier because if you walk in front of the piano
<——————–this way, you’ll exit down a short hallway to the carport. I thought the piano would block the entry just as annoyingly as it did in the front entry.
It did not.
In fact, I kind of liked it there.
I liked the way that it didn’t interfere with the rest of the furniture placement. We could still have our ratty old recliner positioned in the perfect place for watching television.
I still had room for one of my favorite chairs right next to it.
And, best of all, my entry way was free to welcome people without having to shove the bench under the piano before you opened the door.
Sometimes you just have to push some things around to find out what works.
