Someone asked me the other day what I do about the holes in the wall from my frequent changes. Well... spackle, spray texture and paint are my BFF's. I don't use them each time I shuffle things around, but occasionally I drag all the paint cans inside and spend an afternoon touching up. I deal with all the places kids, dogs, and toys have gouged walls, places where trim work has been banged, holes from moved wall hangings, and the like.
It's loads of fun.
(It's really not. I just said that.)
color, and patterns... but I'm on an incredibly strict cash budget. Dangit! I've already shared that I recently recovered a few toss pillows that were elsewhere in the house, with fabric remnants I'd gotten at JoAnn's. I hadn't jumped in and done anything with the fabric for a while, because I couldn't visualize how the black and white chevron was going to tie into my current style at all- I just knew I loved it and that's always a fantastic place to start. The people who "know" always advise that you should have nothing in your environment that isn't useful, or loved. (The green giraffe pillow cover came from here .)
Slowly, things began shifting, and moving from room to room. I normally relocate things to different rooms rather than get rid of them, but if I have kept an item in the hall closet for a year or so without use, I donate or sell it. It's my way. I don't like clutter in the house or in my closets. I'm the exact same way when it comes to my clothing.
good for my heart.
That caused a shifting and moving and re-hanging of items previously on the shelf above our sofa. I love this canvas of the kiddos above the guest bed! And of course you know what came next right? This change up caused me to begin looking at what else I could move around, in every single space.
I don't even apologize for it anymore. Mainly, because I don't feel bad about it. Ha! It's so fun to change things, I thoroughly enjoy it, and I don't do it because I hate my surroundings or feel discontented or whatever. I just stinkin' love it!! (For that reason, I secretly chuckle on the inside when people kind of raise their eyebrows and comment, "You are always changing things!"
Yes. Yes I am. (I know you get this.)
but putting off. I finally broke down and scraped all the frosting spray off the french doors. Some small people (who shall remain nameless but whose names begin with JJ and Ava) put a lot of dirty fingerprints on them just after I sprayed them last summer, and they have needed to be re-sprayed ever since. I'll get around to it soon, but the finger print smudges were driving me crazy and getting more prominent-looking with time. I have no idea why that is.
Now I have no way to hide the clutter. Oops. (And yes, I did have clutter on this bookshelf before. Don't tell anyone.)
right that minute! So, I water colored directly onto it. Water colors were the only thing I happened to have on hand, readily available for free, and I thought, "How bad can it turn out? If it's awful, I'll hot glue some fabric over it."
Thankfully, it turned out fabulous. It's all ombre-ish, watercolor-y, and chervron-ish.
(I just made up three words in a row there.)
So there you go. A classic case of one thing leading to another- or six.
And finally in closing, and just in time for Mother's Day gifts...in my shop. I also have a few irregular ones listed for half price, here. (They are the ones where I didn't like the inconsistencies of ink transfer in a corner, or a wrinkle got in the way of perfect ink transfer, or I smeared the tiniest bit of ink someplace. They are still completely cute... they aren't like Etsy freak show products or anything like that. (They are ones I normally give to my Mama. Ha!)**The irregular ones are already SOLD OUT. Thank you guys!**
Happy (Almost) weekend everyone! It's almost here... yippee!!