We’ve lived in this house for nearly fourteen years. Our family room, where we collectively spend the most time (hence the name) is home to an awesome and comfortable sectional couch, a bookshelf, a mission-style recliner, a chest full of quilts, and the television with all of the accessories that go along with it. We “finished” this room back in 2005, right before D became a Bar Mitzvah.
“Finished” isn’t really the best way to describe it, though. It has felt decidedly unfinished to me for a long time.
It’s the walls.
The wall color is great. We painted it a light taupe a while back.
I see too much of the wall color if you know what I’m saying and I think you do.
There are a few things on the walls:
~ my two book covers (which Jim framed for me: so sweet!!)
~ a gorgeous black and white poster print of Mount St. Helens that I framed back in the day when I did custom framing as a job (triple matted with two openings: fancy!)
~ a custom canvas that I gave to Jim for our 25th anniversary that has names of our kids, the dogs, city names, and other pieces of our story
~ a photo canvas that Momo ordered for me a couple of years ago, with a picture of one of my favorite public sculptures in Chicago, Magdalene
(Sidenote: I still crack up when I think about the phone conversation I had with Momo after I received the canvas in the mail. I thanked her profusely for it and after telling her how much I adored it, she said, “OH MY GOSH, YOU TOOK THE PICTURE.” I knew that, of course. As if I can’t love it on a canvas that my friend was so thoughtful to order for me? Hilarious. I guess you had to be there. Never mind.)
The 25th anniversary canvas is all by itself above the couch on the biggest wall and looks like a little island in the middle of a light taupe ocean.
The wall over the television looks like a gaping hole.
I have solutions. Two years ago I bought a set of different sized frames so I could make a photo collage around that 25th anniversary canvas…and they’ve been sitting in my basement ever since. I also intended to have one of my favorite pictures of the boys enlarged and made into a canvas for over the television…and never did.
I’m getting closer, though. I brought the set of frames up from the basement about a month ago and even took them out of the boxes. The only thing I need to do is decide which pictures I want to put in them, and then order prints. That’s it.
I ordered the canvas for over the television last week. I’m glad I waited because custom canvases are way, way, way cheaper than they used to be. (I think I paid thirty bucks for a 22″ X 22″ canvas.)
It occurred to me that the canvas might be lonely on that wall so I bought a set of three small shelves to hang next to it, and I’ll put more framed pictures on the shelves. Pictures are my favorite.
Planning? Totally my forte. I seem to have a problem with execution in this case.
I’m not sure where in the recesses of my mind I have a task blocker in regards to this project. Perhaps the idea of choosing less than ten pictures from thousands and thousands is secretly-not-so-secretly daunting.
At any rate, I expect to receive the photo canvas of the boys next week. Maybe that will give me the push I need to finish this once and for all.
All I know is, if these walls could talk they would say “OMG WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? JUST DO IT.”
Good thing they don’t. I don’t like the idea of bossy walls.