hang art on the walls

After the great bedroom fiasco and makeover, we still hadn’t put the art back on the walls. It’s been months. No, over a year. It’s been in the right vicinity, but leaning there rather than nailed.

Today we got out the stud finder (not that I need one, nudgenudgewinkwink) and after I gave them a good polishing, up they went.

Very nice.

I’ve hung the iris watercolour Paul’s birth mom painted (and said she wanted me to have) on the pale lilac wall in Isak’s room. Lovely.

I have a couple more ready to go up, but we need some mid-length nails, so they’re leaning where they’ll be put up.

I’m marking this as done. There are still a few to go up, but there is definitely a smattering of different art pieces on the walls now. We nailed the angel this afternoon (will we go to hell for that?). Deck the walls with artistic folly… SO much better now…

After we got back from Easter brunch with my family, Markus added his 50’s & 60’s licence plates & chili pepper lights to this goal. We’ve also got a cool purple brontosaurus (with stars and prehistoric fishies) print up in Isak’s room.

We’ve decided that we’d like to buy some original pieces from local artists as well. Hey! Maybe we can go on a ‘date’ to an art opening?

One in the hall… one in the livingroom…

We started hanging pictures today. Finally our walls are no longer naked (although some of the paintings on them are). I thought these two suited the bedroom. It makes a big difference, just the way it feels now… I’m so glad we managed to get around to starting this today.

Today I pulled a bunch of the pieces I want to hang out of storage. I grabbed a bottle of windex and cleaned the frames & glass. It was actually quite nasty. The last time these were on the walls we were both still smoking, and the nice white baby wipes I was using to clean them turned a foul nicotini brown. Blechhh. My poor, poor lungs. I do hope they forgive me.

Now both the artwork and my lungs are nice & clean. I used the shirt I was wearing to polish the glass afterwards, then sat there in my new bra, smelling of windex; admiring my work.

At this point it’s too late to be hammering nails into walls, but hopefully tomorrow I’ll get at least a couple of them up.

When we moved here over a year ago things were so hectic. I’d just found out I was pregnant and there was so much to deal with – unpacking, various home repairs, painting, setting up the nursery, refurnishing etc. Somehow none of our multitude of prints/artwork has made it to a wall yet.

This will be a good project some weekend when Markus isn’t working… it will feel more like home then.