Before rearranging on the left, after on the right. Not a whole lot has changed, I guess, except for the location of the floor space I occupy. I have my favorite chair and pillows, favorite table with all the same stuff (patterns, books, tools) above and basket (full of patterns, books, tools) below, favorite lamp -- oh, it's a different chest! I realized that, essentially, DH and I just switched spots.
Here's the view to the right from my chair. I'm not completely satisfied with all this, but will live with it 'til after the holidays and then decide what to do. The last time I tried to rearrange, it all ended up back in the same place! It takes some getting used to. Until last weeked, there was a huge void on this wall (between the lamps) where a bookcase used to reside, but I found the water-stained, frameless young girl's portrait in the stash (oh, yes, there are many different varieties of stash) and she provided the impetus to pull it all together. The couch/sofa/davenport isn't scaled correctly for this room or in comparison with any of my other furniture. *Lightbulb: on.* I wondered last night whether I could add some height -- some ball feet or something to raise it up a few to several inches. It's old, old, old and the original upholstery is (and always has been) hideous (now it's hideous and worn), but it's pretty well made and was an honest to goodness bargain.