Last weekend, I embarked on a cost-saving mission and moved about ten miles down the road to a quaint two-bedroom house. The guest house I was living in was one of my favorite dwellings in L.A. with its raised ceilings, skylights and a large open area for a combined living room/dining/office space. But alas, the rent was not in alignment with my budget.
Time to make a change!
Initially, when I viewed the new place, I thought I might have some challenges figuring out where to put the dining set, but was not concerned about much else--already well on the path of a new decorating adventure.
On moving day, we brought the couch in and placed it on the only wall it would fit. I was astounded that it took up the entire wall. In my haste to take care of business, I never measured it, instead trusting my keen decorator's eye. Oops! I gave a shout out to my hard-working, sweaty friends to leave the end tables and lamps on the patio--they weren't going to make the cut. Strangely, I felt no remorse: Bye-bye bargain-bin end-tables with the coolio tic-tac-toe base. You were fun, but I'm onto something new…
Next, we brought in the oversized chair for the office. It was indeed oversized in my previous open-spaced floor plan. In the new place, it resembled a tank. I took a moment to reminisce. I had found that chair at the Sears Bargain Basement fifteen years ago for a hundred bucks. I've covered it several times and it's still going strong. I searched my heart for regret, sadness: nothing. Sorry buddy, you gotta go. You're just too damn big and you have no business lurking around a new beginning! Get out!
At this point, my jolly, sweaty friends had turned sour and dank and everyone was in task mode en route to a beer break. My request to move the chair back outside was met with, "
Aw, you gotta be kiddin' me!" in the faintest of New York accents, though none of us hail from there. "
Fine, I'll do it myself," I snapped. I then proceeded to wedge the upholstered beast in the doorway, where we both remained until a snickering friend came to the rescue.
As I watched the pile of unusable items grow larger and larger on the patio, I had to laugh. What was I doing with all this "stuff" all these years? I had enough "extras" to start my own thrift store! Had I known that downsizing would save me over $400 a month and offer me the opportunity to purge the old and celebrate the new, I would have done it years ago!
The next few days proved interesting as I rearranged my choice pieces to fit the new space. At the end of the day, I only had one disappointment: I didn't want to part with my dinette set as I enjoy entertaining and I owed my "Moving Friends" a nice homemade dinner. Bribing friends with food is just good business! Something had to be done.
Well, what's a decorating adventure without a few new pieces?! Besides, this was a décor dilemma that only a budget-minded shopping trip could solve! I measured the spaces, made a list and in a few hours returned with…
...an outdoor 10' x 10' gazebo where all my extras would fit perfectly! It was like adding a third bedroom for under $200! I was so excited! I wrestled with items in and out of the gazebo, working up quite the sweat when it dawned on me: what about letting go? What about the "out with the old, in with the new" epiphany?
I stopped, surveyed the gazebo. The dinette set looked amazing. It was like it knew it belonged outside all along. I could see it: Al Fresco dining with friends…laughing, sharing wine and fragrant bowls of pasta…very Barefoot Contessa! Everything else had to go…wait, the end table with the tic tac toe base...that would be a cute plant stand! OK, you can stay.
But everyone else--the party's over! Nice knowing you. Don't call me! We're done!
Just then a bird landed on that tank of a chair and I tried to picture it with a new cover, outside--next to the gazebo--like a security guard. Nope, sorry! Nice try, though. I opened the gate and moved it out to the alley, with a sign that read "Free. Needs good home."
How have you downsized lately? Let me know in the comments.
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