Moving Furniture

I'm going to let the cat out of the bag here- I am always moving my furniture. In a 6 month period, I usually change a piece of furniture in my house, just because I need change (big life changes can stay away, and room changes can come and go as they please. I wish I could control that.).  So yes, this basically is a post about how moving furniture makes me happy. Soak it up, my friends.

We had this white dresser, one my grandma gave me, sitting in our walk-in closet. Its like I moved into Heaven. But the dresser took up a good portion of the closet, so it kinda turned into a squeeze-in closet. No bueno. I pulled that sucker out, slapped it against the wall of our bedroom (which is huge to me), and now I can enjoy my I-can-ride-a-bike-in-here-it's-so-big-closet. And I'm working on reorganizing that glorious closet as we speak. When I do I'll make a post that most likely I'll be the only one drooling over. Soak that up too, eh.

Ta-Da! On the right, all the smelly good people enhancers. On the left, my jewelry box, where I keep all my pretty rings and charms that don't have a chain. In the middle, the red bowl holds all of my bracelets, and the black and white floral box holds all my belts. 

All of my perfumes, lotions, and body sprays are now conveniently located in a central area, on a super cute little tray I received as a wedding gift. 

The missing drawers have yet to be found, which  I know, kinda looks dumb, but all my rings are ready to be accessed people! That's a blessing. 

What kind of 19-year-old would I be if I didn't have those rubber bracelets that became really popular when I was in the 5th grade? The worst kind, that's what! 

Moving furniture and placing all my lovelies out on display, makes me happy. Soak it up, my friends. Soak it up.