After I've rearranged the furniture, I like nothing better than to sit in each chair, one by one, and admire the view from there. This is when I can see if the arrangement of candles on the coffee table is just right or needs more, or less, balance. I can admire the way the afternoon sun slants through that window to bathe my white figurine of Athena (garage sale, old Avon bottle, 50 cents last week) in light.
This is an exercise best done on an afternoon when you've skipped work; the sun is shinning even though it's only 40 degrees outside, and most important, you're home alone. No one gets to observe your somewhat eratic behavior or the satisified smile on your face. Sometimes, when the room has been lived in a little too much and the newness of the furniture re-arrangement has worn off, I like to lie on the couch and pretend I live on the ceiling. The ceiling where it is pure and uncluttered, so open, so clean, so alone.
I wish I could rearrange chairs without regard for whether every seat can see the TV! I once had a dedicated TV room and a dedicated living room that had NO TV. It was great.
I perfer to move furniture myself, without a husband to help, or comment. I use rollers made out of old broom handles, and the walking method for heavy stuff. One time I moved all the bedroom furniture from the downstairs to the upstairs--while I was six months pregnant. I got hollered at that time, but hey. I'd asked for help 3 times, which is always my limit before I whop you (if you're the kid) or do it myself (husband, which shames him).
You don't have to paint and toss out everything to get new when you redecorate. Just move it around, change the knicknacks. Rotate pillows in and out of storage, move the wall pictures. The other bonus of all this, everything, even corners, gets cleaned.
When I'm finished I figure I've used up enough calories to treat myself to a bowl of Chocolate Chip Mint ice cream. I'll sit in that chair and admire the oil painting. It looks great on that wall where the sun gets it.