Owie, Owie, Owie!

 Oh boy, if I thought my brain hurt yesterday because I couldn't make a decision, wait until you see the dilemma I am faced with today. Owie, owie, owie is what my very dramatic oldest daughter used to say any time she had any kind of a scratch. And, it has become part of our vocabulary over these many years. And that is exactly what I want to shout today.

I know I have told you I love my life. It is what most people would call mundane but that is just fine with me at the stage where I find myself. I like to make lists and know-or at least attempt to know-what tomorrow will bring. But, as I age, I have also learned to let go of some things and be a bit more flexible. And so, yesterday afternoon as the day was winding down, the last thing I expected was a phone call asking where I was. It was daughter #1 calling from St. Pete to see if I was home because my brother and sister-in-law who had been visiting her on the tail end of a road trip through many of our state parks were on their way home and planning to stop at my house to deliver a surprise for me.

I'm always open for a surprise so I waited anxiously for their arrival. And, of the numerous things that are to be coming my way as daughter #1 does some redecorating and remodeling at her home was a large, heavy piece that I have always loved. And, whenever she (or her sister) gets a piece that I love I usually say "if you ever want to get rid of that, think of your dear old mom first". Lol And they usually do!

I knew this piece was in my future but I hadn't really done any planning for it because I knew it would be a doozy to get here-it wound not fit in a car-and might end up getting given away just so she could get it out of her garage.

Since my brother and SIL were in their van, they somehow got coerced to deliver it to me. I think I remember that Kris got this up at the salvage market in Atlanta. It is not old but made with old balustrades and wood-and, as usual with old wood, it is HEAVY.

We managed to get it in the front door and I kind of thought to use it as a couch table but it is higher than I remembered. And so, we left it there for me to think about today.

And that is what I have been doing-playing a game of "musical furniture". Since it is so heavy, I am leaning towards leaving it as the new couch table. It is a bit too high but I am trying to convince myself that that is OK.

I just love the feel of this thing-it is just the right amount of chippy and rustic...even the bottom where my great grand dog (I think it was Dakota?) chewed. Kris said "you're probably going to want to repair and repaint that"-but, she was wrong. I think it only adds to its story. It is missing almost that much paint at the top and I know the dog didn't chew there so I am good!

Of course, putting this here leaves me with the piece that was here:

Would you believe that in my four bedroom, family room, sunroom, living room, office, dining room house there is truly not ONE GOOD spot for this piece. I thought about putting the new one in the dining room in place of this:

 It would fit both in size and in feel. But, I love this piece. I guess it could go to the sunroom but then where to put this?

Owie, owie, owie...my brain hurt. After MUCH measuring and as little actual moving as I could get away with, this is where we are:

The old piece has found its way into the primary bedroom. It is a few inches too high for the bay window ledge and kind of not necessary here but, it is the same wood as the rest of most of the rest of the bedroom. The bed and armoire are Habersham Plantation and this piece might actually be as well-if not, it is Disharoon Valley. It's too nice to just discard and I have learned my lesson the hard way too many times. Once I get rid of something, two days later something happens and I now have the perfect use for it. And so, while I am waiting for another one of those ah-ha moments, here is where it shall stay.

Decorating it was tricky. Almost everything you see here was already on the bay window shelf but I didn't want to add all that much more. I just left the flowers and two large photos there and brought the smaller photo frames, candle and clock out to the table. Of course that left me a larger blank in the middle so after a bit of a search, I ended up stealing that pretty Italian tray back from the family room where it recently went and to its rightful spot back in the bedroom.

We'll see how long this lasts but that is it for today. I'm leaving those "sliders" under the feet of the new piece "just in case"...we shall see. Don't take any bets for awhile. Lol Stay safe and stay tuned.