Sunday marked two months since we closed on our house. We feel great about all the projects we've already tackled. But after living without anything on our walls since moving day, I was itching to hang something yesterday.
Naturally, I scratched that itch. Out came the laser level, hammer and hanging nails. Out came the boxes of frames that we had yet to unpack. Out came the camera to document it all! Yes, there's still baseboard to install, trim to paint, vent covers to install, speaker wires to run through the ceiling, blinds to replace--I could go on and on, but you get the point. There are other things I could attend to. But instead, I fussed over hanging art.
I picked up the handkerchiefs and put up this framed watercolor--my first-ever piece of professional, original art that was a gift from my parents and hung in my bedroom as a kid.
I liked it. So I let it chill a while, leaning against the wall below its potential hanging spot.
I hemmed and hawed a bit longer before deciding to be like Nike and just do it.
I wasn't sure of having something on the ends of the cabinets, but so far so good. Mike thinks I like that the frames cover the oak.
I haven't told him he's right. But I didn't say he's wrong either.
We also noticed how the silver frames tie into the chrome on the stools. It's always good to have things that relate to one another in the space.
The triptych effect of the three frames is also a happy accident. I'm a fan of odd numbers when decorating, so having three frames in a line is more pleasing to my eye then just two.
And you may notice, we ended up putting the praying man on one of the small walls on the side of the built-in hutch. (See him way in the background of the photo above?) Now we need to find something to hang on the wall opposite him to balance it out a bit.
After all was said and done in the kitchen, I hung the watercolor. Art in two rooms--I call that progress!