I think my cold morphed into a sinus infection. Forgive me if I’m brief and bypass my usual naval gazing, but there’s a bed and an icepack singing a siren song I can’t resist. Who am I kidding? Most of you are probably pumping your fist in the air in jubilation.
So help me if I’m not feeling better by the time you read this!
I cleaned out our coat closet last year, and it stayed that way until we sold our display cabinet. I had nowhere to put the items I displayed inside, so I pulled out their original packaging from the garage and stored them in the closet. Once we put up the bookshelves, everything once again had a place, but I never returned the boxes to the garage. I wanted to wait until everything there was organized.
When I started working on the gallery wall, I pulled out all my old frames I also had stored in the garage. They didn’t look right, so I went with new gold frames. I placed the old frames in the closet.
I pulled out all the frames and decided to use them in the kitchen, where I envisioned another wall of family pictures, this time food related.
You know, none of this was even in the plans for the day. What I wanted to do was frame a print I bought for the Mister for Christmas. It’s enormous. I’m not so good with determining size and spacing without a tape measure. Frankly, I’m lucky it fits the wall. I wouldn’t be surprised if it hadn’t. I’m that bad.
This is what the back wall of the kitchen looks like, sort of. Things are a little crazy with the dog leashes, tripod, and Mikey’s clipboard (he’s collecting subscriptions for his latest comic book series) thanks to the upheaval going on in the laundry room.
I picked through all the frames and kept what I would use that day. Those frames resting outside the closet are ones I plan to hang elsewhere in the house. I was holding onto so many frames I didn’t like simply because I felt I had to use them. I still struggle with the desire to keep my shopping mistakes–as if that means they don’t exist. When I saw how many mistakes I still had in the pile, I pushed myself to put them in the trunk of the car. They’re going to goodwill this weekend, along with several bags of clothing. You would think, after all this time, I wouldn’t fall prey to my mind’s rationalization, but I do.
I’m keeping the boxes in the closet until the garage gets organized. Trivia? 25% of two-car garage owners park at least one car outside due to things other than cars filling up the garage. Guilty! (Although I think our garage is 1.5-car in size.)
I made some progress on the kitchen wall, but was limited by a lack of pictures (they’re somewhere in my computer) and because, once again, work has resumed in the laundry room. When everything is said and done, I think the wall is going to look homey and welcoming. I’ll be sure to take pictures that don’t include photo-bombing appliances once I’m finished. The print will go to the left of the pocket door. I forgot to take a picture of it until the Mister finished for the day around 8:00pm.
Here’s a picture I took last night, right before the Mister moved everything back into the laundry room again. Fourth time he’s moved those machines. Not that I’m counting. I can’t! I’m too busy counting the days until October 31. Only four more days of 31 Days of William Morris!
New here? For the next 31 days I’m living according to the famous William Morris quote, “Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.” You can learn more about the project here, and catch sneak peeks of my projects by following me on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram (I’m @pancakesfries).