Trying to find my center

Once I get started on a project, I want to finish it right this minute. 

But prudence dictates that I wait for fabric samples before I do much else

on the guestroom makeover. That damned prudence – she always gets her way.

There was one small thing to keep me busy in there

yesterday, however, involving more paint.

 

Before I continue, I must give a shout-out to my recently acquired, $9 canvas dropcloth.

Painting my way through ten houses without a proper dropcloth is the newest item on
my "life's regrets" list. Old sheets and cheap hunks of disposable plastic can't begin to compare

to the ease of use and practicality of a canvas dropcloth. Painting the guestroom this time was...

dare I say...almost fun because this dropcloth all but removed my fear 

of the disastrous mishaps which usually occur when I'm painting. 

Anyway, the barn-red color on the barn-wood mirror had to go, so a-painting I went.

This is what my life has come to – sitting with my dog, staring at a wall,

a wall upon which a sconce is not centered and how could I have lived here for 12 years

and not noticed this? Perhaps it is more obvious now, with the dresser out of the way.

And if Smooch would get out of the way, you could see what I'm talking about.

Thank you, Smooch.

The bed is centered in the room, and my feet are centered on the bed. 

The mirror is centered on the sconce, which is about nine inches off center.

I know some of you are thinking, "it's no big deal, get over it," but that's not gonna happen.

The best thing to do would be to relocate the sconce 9 inches west of its present location,

but that would involve electricity and holes in the wall and crawling around the attic and

I hate that kind of stuff.

The second-best thing to do would be to move the bed to that wall and the problem would go away,

except it wouldn't because neither the entry door nor the door to the porch 

would open fully with the bed over there. 

The third-best thing to do would be to never sleep in this room myself

and hope like heck the imbalance doesn't bother my guests as much as it bothers me.

Or I could just throw my paint-spattered dropcloth over the sconce and call it art.