That said, I'm glad to be typing from the comfort of my very spacious dining table, which has finally been cleared of moving debris. I made it my mission to tackle the dining room tonight instead of vegging in front of the television, a wise decision made in rare form. It took several hours to shovel boxes and lost trinkets and plates and glasses into more appropriate spaces, but it's done. My once very lonely vintage china hutch is now full and ready for entertaining. My poppy arrangement is a wonderful focal point and coordinates with the new drapes just as I had imagined.
As for the bar idea, I'm going with something a little different because I am a limited-income grad student and because I found an old IKEA shelf that has already been purchased. It just so happens to be the perfect size for the designated wall and has been left raw, a blank canvas open for any kind of finish or paint I choose. I'm contemplating its destiny with each glance-over this nearly completed room gets. I will be sure to post pictures once it is painted, hung and complete.
During other episodes of Friday's frenzied productivity, I got Valentine packages sent out to the The Staff Sergeant's mom and brother and a plain 'ole care package sent to him. Actually, it held a sack of potatoes so I'm not sure it can claim any titles of "ordinary". I'm sending potato guns through Amazon to the guys he's with, thinking that the long days and nights could use some comic relief. I'm fairly certain the box from me will arrive first and with it a likely, "WTF?, why the hell is she sending potatoes in bulk?!"
I might have also included the specs on a certain eye-catching piece of jewelry - super nonchalant...thus proving my prior point (see above reference to "the rarity of wise decisions"). With that recap in brevity, I'm off to bed or rather to read Kate Northrop's Back Through Interruption [since I didn't last week].