You all remember my Great Wall of Shame, right? The wall that has been blank--save for a framed cover of Survivor's Eye of the Tiger album (long story)--for the 4.5 years I've lived in my apartment? The wall for which I've had actual plans for four of those 4.5 years, and yet never actually took up a hammer and hung anything?
Well, about three weeks ago, this happened:
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| Hark! There are things! On the wall! |
I didn't document the process, as there are eleventy billion websites with instructions on assembling a gallery wall, but once I gave up my must-know-exactly-what-I-want-to-display-and-plan-it-perfectly hang up (heh) and just stuck things in frames, it went fairly smoothly. It's not perfectly centered, and I'm planning to replace a couple of the snapshots and even add more, if I ever get around to getting new prints made (maybe in another 4.5 years), but I'm pretty happy with it. The wall is no longer blank! Victory is mine.
Next up: rearranging/redecorating the bedroom. Yikes.
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