The Chain Reaction

My family laughs at me when I'm in one of these modes. They say
I flutter like mama bird rearranging her nest. I hop about shifting
items from one room to another. Those of you who know me
personally, know I periodically shuffle my stuff, like a deck of cards.
After it's been in a certain spot for a while, it looses it's sparkle, and
gets stale; and not just because it's covered by a thick layer of dust.

This quirky domestic practice always causes a major phenomenon,
which I fondly call the "chain reaction". I move one framed picture,
and the nail holes, resembling target practice from the last chain
reaction, are annoyingly exposed. So, this means I have to be extra
creative in placing the fresh one, because I don't want to have to
paint the entire wall. Next, the picture calls for a tweaking and
replacing of books, vases and other paraphernalia to balance into a
comfortable "nest" configuration. (By the way, I've heard they're
pronounced "vases" if their worth under $100 and "vaazes" if over.
Mine are vases.)

This chain reaction can last an entire day. You are probably thinking
this sounds a bit on the OCD side, which does happen to run rampant
in my extended family, but I'm a fairly laid back kinda girl. It doesn't
happen that often. The end result gives the illusion of fresh new stuff.
I say it's a good thing; a form of recycling that makes this little Magpie
very happy. And in this economy, it's easy on the budget, too.



**The photo above is the freshly hung prints from yesterday's chain
reaction, above my desk, off the kitchen. (Notice the little side print
to hide the exposed nail holes!) It's an old drafting table rescued
in the 70's from an old school in Kansas City. It's standing height, so
I don't have to sit down every time I pop over to check my blogs.
Love it. I'm tempted to paint it black. What d'ya think?

At the end of the chain reaction, I always have an item or two left.
Heavens to murgatroyd, what AM I going to do with this guy?