I’ve been coming up with lots of ideas for what I could write about, but I am actually more interested to know what you’re doing. Did you know that, when I write “So, what’s going on with you?” I actually want to know what’s happening with you? Like, for real. Even if I don’t know you in person, I would like to have a chat. So if you’re cleaning your refrigerator or petting your cat while you read, I am genuinely interested in finding that out. This means you, Dad.
Update: Ask and you shall receive! I got quite a few messages this morning that Disqus is not working right. Geez, you guys, thanks so much for letting me know. I still don’t like Blogger comments, but for now it will be what I’m using. Try it out for me? Thanks!
Moving on from begging, I will share a bit of what’s we’re up to today. A shipment of two giant boxes arrived in our mudroom. They are waiting for Grandpa Dave’s arrival tomorrow so he and Nate can assemble a backyard cedar playhouse for the girls. Meanwhile, our entryway smells delightfully of a cedar chest. I suggested to Vivi that they girls could color the outside of the boxes with crayons, and she enthusiastically replied, “Let’s design some plans for this art project.” Future engineer?
In other tales of household heroism, Mom and I planned and hung a gallery wall in our stairwell when she was in town. I am quite pleased with how it turned out. Care to take a gander?
The wall on the right is going to have some of its photos swapped, but even empty frames are a huge upgrade from what was there (i.e. nothing). Some of these shots I will leave, though, like the ones professionally taken and all the B&Ws. Others, like the flowers (left over from a years-ago failed nursery project) will be swapped with more chic landscapes. More of England, perhaps? Here, have a closer look:
Right now it has a funky mixture of B&W, sepia, and colors. I’d prefer B&W with red accents, but maybe this is one of those projects where you step back and chew on some hay for a minute before you make changes. Do you have any first impressions to share?
My favorite is the opposite wall, with its mostly symmetrical layout and matching colors.
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| I need to get a magic eraser for those pencil marks. And where’s that personal assistant I ordered? |
Mom laid the whole planned display on the floor first, which helped tremendously with placement. Is this a well known decorating trick? I have tried it before, but she added the element of snapping a photo, which was key in avoiding confusion once half the frames were hung.
At one point as I was standing on the old rickety wood ladder, precariously nailing hardware, I noticed a sign on the ladder that reads “This unit is not meant to be used separately.” Ha. Fear of heights aside, I found the whole experience completely fulfilling. Productivity provides its own brand of endorphins, I suppose. I just wish I could be as productive all the time as I am when visitors are around, especially my mom, who is the doer of all doers. Therein lies the rub, since most of our visitors probably want to do other things than assist my home improvement exploits.
Perhaps I can lure you over with a glass of white wine. You can sit on the stairs and direct where and how my photo swapping should occur, and I’ll do the labor. Deal?