The carpet installers left at 2 p.m., and I set to the task of cleaning and putting my living room back together. The one thing that I wanted to create in this space was an area that could cultivate conversation. My living room is rather thin and long, and before this renovation all of the furniture had been oriented towards watching the television rather than providing for eye contact.
Well, I no longer have cable service, so the television was not going to be forced into the same corner it had been evacuated from during the flood. I decided to banish the television to the other side of the living room, and center the couch along the short wall underneath the framed collage of photographs I had been cultivating. As soon as the couch was in place, the rest of the room sort of fell together… and somewhere in the process I lost two grossly large end tables, gained an attractive circular end table, and lost the bookshelf top of the hutch.
I kept the base of the hutch in the room (couldn’t give up the storage), and on it I placed a few special items. One was a framed black-and-white photograph of my grandparents from when they were courting, and in it my grandfather is in uniform and my grandmother is holding a camera. After my grandfather died, Grandma gave me that camera and a variety of Kodak filters in their original, bright yellow packaging. I staged these items around the photograph, along with a table lamp, a spider plant, and my childhood Hickory Dickory Dock piggy bank. I love this space now — it’s a great homage to my history.
What emerged from this expulsion of extra crap and countless knick-knacks was a more streamlined, seemingly larger living room that provided plenty of face-to-face seating opportunities (and even kept a view of the TV for movie opportunities).
I absolutely love it.