so, okay. let’s ignore the horrid faux metallic box thing that was a brilliant idea for like five minutes until the faux metallic part stopped sticking to the box part and the whole thing turned ghetto. also, let’s not think on the candles, which clearly should take two giant steps to our left, nor the notebook i maybe could have removed for this photo, and let's especially not focus on the tendrils of dust growing from the bottom of the table like stalactites. or possibly stalagmites.
normally i would google it, but today we really can’t be bothered by such things, because FOLKS. i have PORTRAITS up on MY ACTUAL WALLS.
now, if you are not getting how this is a big deal, then clearly you have never been to my house. i do not have a grown up house. the overwhelming majority of my furniture hails from the 80’s in various degrees of mismatch. it's homey and warm and tidy enough, but i have nothing going on in the way of a color scheme, and next to nothing gracing my walls. (i recognize the degree of irony present here, as i am a so-called photographer.)
but good news.
for my christmbirthasday, the ‘rents in law gave me a hl gift card which purchased these painted frames (50% off, yo). and with proper motivation (read: impending home inspection tuesday) i actually got around to mounting them on the walls. and it didn’t even take long.
unless you count the time i spent rearranging the frames and letters on the floor until the formation was perfect or i at least didn’t hate it, plus the time i spent measuring and hanging and adjusting the frames on the wall, in which case it took two minutes short of forever.
PORTRAITS. on MY WALLS.
it kind of freaked me out for most of yesterday, to be honest. i’d be walking down the halls and hit this six foot stretch of wall and mildly panic that i was in someone else’s house. and they had pictures of my kids on their wall. but then i’d remember the four hours of arranging and measuring and hanging, and i’d be all, oh right. my bout with decorating.
carry on, then.
linking this post to the inspired room. as melissa so astutely said, while i appreciate a pretty house, a good life is one spent invested in people. hear, hear.