When was it I was telling you about my quest to embrace empty walls? Was it yesterday? Surely it was longer than that…
I failed. I couldn’t do it. Every time I walked down the hall toward the living room, I though: Bleh! Plain! Boring!
So I started doing a little rearranging here, and altering a little dab there.
And it hit me. The lamps. The lamps were the problem. But what to do???
I got out some red lace and tied it around the lampshade. And then I thought: It still needs something.
Well, my old peeling window that had all the images of vintage children in the panes fell and broke months ago.
I missed my photos of vintage children.
Yes, I know it’s a bit unorthodox…
Some of you asked for a photo of the whole wall, but folks, this is as far as I can back up.
As soon as I tucked the little photos inside the lace, I realized: This is me.
This is totally and completely me.
Why fight it?
And Charlie Ross snoozed all through the hammering and dropping things and all that.
I look at my post without all the stuff I added today, and I just shudder.
It was SO not me!