I’m one of those moms that takes hundreds – no, thousands – no, millions of pictures. I see nothing wrong with photo documenting Every Single Moment possible.
So when I finally got tired of having an item called “wall photos” on my never ending to-do list, that meant that I had to sort through my hundreds – thousands – millions of pictures and pick only what could fit on this empty wall space:
In my mind, the wall seemed much larger than in reality. I’d have to choose carefully.
So I procrastinated. And procrastinated. And procrastinated. I DID NOT want to go through the painful process of deciding which ones would make the cut! But last weekend, we were stuck in the house (no sitter for Graham) so hubby decided we would be ambitious and get some projects done. The wall gallery project was mine.
I sifted through many photos and decided that I didn’t want posed shots. I wanted fun, active ones. After many hours and an Advil or 2 (or 3 or 4…) I picked out the lucky 22 and came up with sizes (all 5×7 or 8×10) and their placement.
I took a trip to a couple of frame shops to find basic frames that would be small enough to not take up too much space on the wall and came up with these (all layed out on the hallway floor – 3 are cropped off on the left):
Everything else was left up to my handy dandy hubby. You see, that’s how we work. I come up with the vision, he makes it all happen. I won’t mention that he said that it was a geometric nightmare. And I won’t mention how many times he re-primed and re-painted the wall before he got it to look like this!
I was a little worried that it might end up looking a little too cluttered, but I think it turned out just perfectly! They are all exactly level (hubby has issues if things aren’t precise) – can you tell? Now on to the rest of the walls of the house 🙂
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May it never be said of me, “He couldn’t put a nail in the wall.” 22, count ’em.