Moving Heaven and Earth

You purchase one tiny, hardly noticeable thing and, in fitting it properly in to your home, everything must shift. And by everything, I mean E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. You see, I buy one minuscule item and we had to move the armoire, the table, the rocker, the rug, the powder room, the front porch, the Heavens and Earth....okay. Those last 4 things were a slight exaggeration but only slight. Just to get it inside was an Olympic feat worthy of several Gold medals. Mom, Grace and I stopped by a local consignment shop and I spotted this cabinet straight away. It was just perfect, just the thing for my British Royal collectibles, just the right size for the corner, just the right finish and just sold. Yup, someone beat me to it. Still, I left my telephone number with the shopkeeper, just in case. They called the next morning. The buyer discovered the cabinet would not fit in her vehicle and had no other means of transport. Did I wish to buy it? Did I ever! It was a fraction of what it would cost new and, even as Math challenged as I am, I knew what a deal this piece was. I was fairly sure it would fit in the van and fit it did. Then, all we had to do was move everything in it's path out of the way, re-arrange the entire living room and swap out all the pictures, re-edit the tablescapes and voila! Did I need it? Nope. Did my teensy (I like to say COZY) living room really have room for another piece? Nope. Did I have to have it? Uh huh. Hey! It was a steal! Really! I keep wondering if the local police will discover my devious crime. I feel guilty. Okay, so not TOO guilty. I paid the price the shop asked. Everyone is happy. Life is good.