Awkward Furniture Moment

Although we really didn't need it and we asked not to have it because we have a toddler, it was always-already deemed proper (please note the snide reference to Althusserian ideology and the careful use of the passive voice) that we be given new furniture. I have now had my first taste of FSO furniture complications (one of which is that there is zero storage space on island, so we can't just reject something we don't like). So here is the before picture (minus the Marshallese wall hangings):

And here is Andrew and Max having fun with the old table once the couches were moved out :

And here is the new look. There was a mix-up of what was supposed to be replaced and what was not. So we've got a white dining table and bookshelves and natural wood furniture. The ugly Christmas rug was not replaced as I would have wished; but it contrasted so awfully with all the other shades of green (4 different shades, and not all of them complementing the others) that I had to switch it with the one in the bedroom.

 At least this way there is still room for Max to run around.

 (We ended up keeping the white table since we gave away the wicker stuff in order to make room for all these bulky chairs.)

You might say, "Why are you complaining? You get free furniture—really nice, expensive furniture—so be grateful for it." Well, I am still getting accustomed to the my-life-and-my-house-is-not-exactly-mine-anymore concept. I do my best not to be OCD, but some things still make me cringe. I'm not Frank Lloyd Wright or anything, but I do claim some ability to arrange things feng shui-ly.

Our GSO was incredibly understanding (he just got to post and had nothing to do with the order) and very helpful. And perhaps in six months' time we can replace the rest of the white furniture. What a strange new world I live in.