I just moved my art bookcase, 2 days ago, to the very unused family room. I did it while my husband was at our church's men's retreat. I knew I could do it on my own (sort of). How hard could it be taking all the stuff out, dragginng it about 20 feet and reorganizing it? I was feeling pretty good.
Now. Now, my back hurts. I'm walking around all stiff. I put heat on it this afternoon. My family thinks I'm sick. I smile. Lovin' the love. :) Then I tell them that it's my back and then I hear "You're old!" Quickly, the love leaves the room. (Tears)
Ah well, it can't be helped. At least I'm getting a bigger art room out of it.
Still working on making it mine. I haven't come up with any decoration 'ah-ha' moments. But they will come. They always do. :)