I feng(ed) the shui

Friday morning I came downstairs and said FUUUUUCK!
Why? you ask.
Well, because the room was perfect.
What now? you ask.

The guy was coming to finish the installation of the automated black out shades. Which meant the sofa, console table behind the sofa, and a jungle’s worth of plants needed to be moved to allow him room to work.
YBW and I didn’t even think of it before we went to bed Thursday night which left it all to me Friday morning.

I mean:

But that damn sofa is heavy to move all by myself.

I was able to push everything away from the window without messing up the rug (go me!) then waited for the guy to arrive.


Sent this pic to YBW, “So we forgot something last night and I’ll be needing your help when you get home.”
I also sent it in the group chat with the girls.
Thing 2: “You funged the shway!! (phonetic spelling, because I’m not gonna try that)”
Me: “Bahahahahaha!”

I feng(ed) the hell out of the shui, y’all.
But it was so worth it.
Check out the light blocking shades.

Now we can watch TV during daylight hours without glare.
In the grand scheme of things, television glare isn’t that serious, but in the Roby scheme of things, it kind of is (that serious).
YBW’s happy because they’re automated and connected to the smart house hub. I actually prefer the app on my phone, I think it works faster.
I’m happy because there’s no more glare if I want to have the TV on while I eat lunch.

We continue making this house our home.
It doesn’t have to be all at once.
Creating a home takes time.
Creating a home takes care.
We’re on it, y’all!

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6 thoughts on “I feng(ed) the shui

  1. 💗💗💗

  2. debscarey

    I love me a bit of feng shui, but really need to deal with my clutter once & for all. I thought I’d done my last big downsizing about 10 years ago, but then Himself (and his stuff) moved in with me. I probably need to set aside one day a week to work on it, otherwise it’s never ending.

    • Clutter is tricky, mostly because it’s never-ending.
      I was ruthless purging what was unnecessary when I pack to move to this house. With ‘my things”, my husband less so. With the exception of a few things, I haven’t felt the need to purge since we’ve lived here. Yet, YBW still has stuff ‘to go through’. I’m over here like, you shoulda done been going through your stuff, bud. Guys are tricky.
      I wish you luck, and swiftness as you move through ‘the things’! ❤

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