Why is it that after Christmas, once your Christmas tree has been placed beside the road and the decorations have been safely stowed away in you garage, you can never return your living room to the same decorating state that it was in before? Last night, I attempted to do just that--put everything back where it belongs--and failed miserably. I know why; it was those stupid plants that I brought back with me. I decided over Christmas that it would be more beneficial to me both health and market-wise to replace my few remaining artificial plants with real ones. All those "Sell This House" type of shows swear that real plants show better, and I know that they're better for the environment. A lot of plants, like the spider one that I stole from my mom, clean the air. The only thing a plastic plant does is steal its dust.You would think that returning my living room to its pre-Christmas glory would be as simple as replacing the fake plants with the real ones. Oh, if it only was. You see, I got another bright idea over Christmas as well--repot my cacti. They were formerly in a cactus rock garden, but, seeing as they haven't grown an inch since I got them, I decided that the rocks were doing more harm than good water-wise. Consequently, I painstakingly dug out the cacti and placed them in several decorative pots Wednesday morning. Now the pots of cacti are lined up next to the bathroom and kitchen sinks because I don't know what to do with them.
In addition, I can't remember for the life of me where this one vase and this one candlestick came from. I know that I had them on display. I just can't remember exactly where. I've been tempted to go online and look at the pictures that my real estate agent took of my place when she took over the listing months ago, but I haven't done it yet. I don't think that it would do any good. I'm pretty sure that I rearranged my accessories after she took the pictures.
I know that I'll figure out the room's configuration eventually. Even if I never remember where everything went, I'm sure that I can put my art minor to good use and come up with a new configuration that's equally as pleasing. However, if my house still hasn't sold by next Christmas and I'm still living here, I'm taking a picture before I drag out the first Christmas decoration. Apparently, it will last longer than my memory.
