Mixing it up

Waking up  confused this morning, gave me a taste of what senility must be like. I couldn’t remember what day of the week it was! Since I have been sleeping in my hammock inside instead of in the bed, I often wake up a little bit disoriented. Three out of the four walls have a door, so depending upon which direction I end up facing I am either looking into the dining room, Husband’s office or into the guest bedroom. Seen through myopic eyes, the views get further distorted. It seems to take me longer these days to adjust to changes.

Lack of mental flexibility aside, I am moving all the furniture around, again. It’s one of the advantages of these older houses, a room is a room. With the exception of the bathrooms and the kitchen ( I confess that I did rearrange the kitchen recently), none of the other rooms have a fixed purpose. Put a bed and ropero (armoire) into a room and it’s a bedroom, replace those items with a sofa and coffee table and it’s a sitting room.

It’s all in the planning stages, but I am pretty sure that I have it figured out. I used to make floor plans,complete with furniture and measurements. It’s a hold over from my retail days when we would spend days planning major departmental moves.A general marshaling his troops would have felt kinship with my planning sessions. I even used to plan out the most efficient ways to move things. First this gondola goes here, then that round rack, this merchandise could stay but that four way would need to be redone etc. I even used to encroach on other departments’ square footage, gaining territory. Once I borrowed a wing wall for a display, it became part of my floor plan forever.

I’ve adapted a more laid back approach to redecorating. Freed from the need to accomplish my goal during the night while the store was closed, it’s just easier. The only other person who I have to please is Husband, and he’s pretty easy going, especially since I can hire someone to help me do the actual moving of the furniture. He can retreat to his office while chaos reigns in the rest of the house.

About Theresa Diaz Gray

Born in New York City, I grew up in California, and have lived in 3 countries and 6 states. I'm a first generation Cuban-American who lives in Merida, Yucatan, Mexico. I'm committed to living an abundant and creative life and helping others do so too through DIY!


  1. Linda, Sometimes I re-arrange the furntiture and find out that I can get rid of a piece or two, but not often. It’s amazing how just moving stuff around makes everything look better. I took the mirror off my dressing table and moved it into the dining room. It now holds our water dispensor and drinking glasses. The two drawers hold misc other stuff. I get so much more use out of it now!

  2. I had to laugh at waking up disoriented in the hammock, facing different doors. Perfectly understandable, and kind of funny.

    And I was glad to read that I am not alone in the furniture rearranging habit. I have to move things around from time to time, and like you, even change the functions of the rooms. I doubt we’re alone in this habit, but I see everything with a new perspective when I move stuff around. I don’t need to buy anything … I just like to have a new punto de vista.

  3. Tina, it was just good luck that I could help.

    2ericc, LOL, sometimes my life feels like that movie. As to beating the grim reaper, I plan on living to 115. At which age my chances of dying will be astronomically small. How many 115 year olds die each year? How many people under 60 die? I rest my case, the older you are the less likely you are to die. Statistics don’t lie! right?


  4. Your first ¶ reminds me of that old movie title:


    The best way to beat senility AND the grim reaper?
    — just keep moving!



  5. Thank you for guiding me to Debbie’s blog. I was able to find the cream. Tina

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