In college, I had sort of a habit of suddenly deciding I wasn't very fond of the way my room looked. The first two years, that worked out for me, because Sara was equally notorious for redecorating on a whim. One minute, we'd be watching Fantasia...five hours later, we'd be surrounded by piles of junk neither of us wanted to acknowledge was actually ours.
Then two hours after that, we had a new space we both really liked for a few months.
Marcus was nice enough to indulge me this weekend, because I came to the conclusion that our layout was not practical. (To be fair, it really wasn't. We were right by the heater, which is on the baseboard, so someone was always getting burned or smashing into the windowsill--and there was zero floor space.) We ended up pushing the bed into one corner, separating the giant bookshelves and moving his desk against the wall so that we now have a nice giant square of open space in the middle. Being further away from the direct heat keeps it from getting too hot at night, too, plus I can get out of bed without scorching myself.
The revamping of our room gave me an excuse to put up the calendar I'd just gotten--this year's Victoriana edition! I try to find this brand every year; it comes with some really gorgeous collectible postcards that I like to put on the walls. It's also the kind of thing that you can look at over and over and find new details to notice; for instance, upon closer examination, I really like that vintage champagne bottle. Who wouldn't?
I'm a huge fan of playing around with the furniture and decorations in a space; just rearranging a few things can suddenly make the whole room feel completely different. Both Marcus's parents like this way much better and agree that it seems much more open.
...But I'm terrible with commitment, so let's see where we end up by summertime. ;)