I’m constantly on the hunt for awesome frames or mirrors at the thrift store (mainly here), but rarely successful. Recently, I found one just up my alley:
Now, on to tackle that blah blah blank wall you see reflected in the mirror. Yes, that’s a microscopic cross hung on an existing nail in a random spot on the wall. Why? I have no idea how these things happen and we’re too lazy to take it down.
Not real ones, of course, but these adorable bookends I found in my grandparents’ cavernous basement. I know decorating with owls is passe now, but I figure it’s okay since they’re antiques. And I don’t really have an up-to-date house, anyways.
Something Aaron loves/fears/tolerates about me is my obsession with free stuff. If it looks even 45% functional and it has been left on the curb, you better know I’m going to try and justify taking it home. I’ve got big plans.
So, when I spotted this little number on a walk in the late fall, I circled it like a vulture eying its prey, determining the best angle at which to land and devour. Or, to take away the analogy, I walked up and down the block a few times working up the courage to examine it closely. Then I bolted home with my double stroller (yeah, that’s right, I push 65+ pounds of pure boy on a near-daily basis), heaved the children in their carseats and the stroller on the porch, and drove back to retrieve the carcass. I mean, coffee table.
I think I was envisioning something Queen Anne-meets-Modern to try and jazz up our living room. I may have ended up with Parisian Circus at Christmastime (if that is even a decorating genre, which I’m sure it’s not).
I’m not sure how I feel, but I blame the knob choice on a certain 17 month old who screamed and cried during the entire.time.we.were.in.hobby.lobby. I think it had something to do with the fact that he was strapped in a cart and wasn’t allowed to handle breakable objects. But what do I know?
So, bottom line is this: I’m pleased, but unsure if it works. I mean, it works…it holds things in the middle of a room. Including toddlers. And small cars in the compartments. But does it work aesthetically? And when am I going to figure out what kind of rug I want?
Thanks, Sarah, for encouraging me to get it done this weekend!
I’ve been hesitant to fills large wall spaces in our house because it seems so…permanent. Plus, I hate spackling holes. But, our current living room configuration seems to have some staying power, so we went ahead and began one of those picture walls: