This weekend, the wife and I finally got around to finishing a task we’ve been meaning to do since the start of August; hanging up our art work in the livingroom. See, we painted the livingroom, and got a new hutch for the corner, and to be honest, we really enjoyed looking at our clean and painted walls.
And through the whole month of August, we really did mean the put all of our stuff up, but something kept happening. Like, the kid had a soccer match, or we had to run and do some last-minute school shopping, or we just enjoyed the clean and painted walls. Did I mention that? Because we started to enjoy the fact that the walls were bare and just painted. But, we did have a corner in the apartment with all of our art work stacked up, and it was like, you know, constantly reminding us that we hadn’t “really” completed the job in the livingroom.
So, we started putting things up.
Some were paintings that I did in my early 20’s, and some were artwork that my wife created. I have two paintings that my uncle did, and we have quite a few of the kid’s art work that we framed. And then we have several quirky things that we have collected over the years. Lots to work with.
The last time we hung art up, about five years ago, we were covering up some holes and cracks in the walls. So, there wasn’t a theme, unless you count covering up stuff was the theme.
The wife lead the charge on this project. We have a wall that all about cat stuff. Then there is the wall with all the family pictures. There is the spot between the windows for my uncle’s painting. Then we have a spot for all the kid’s artwork, along with a spot for my paintings. The last wall is nothing but random stuff that we have collected together over twenty years.
And I will say this; it looks good but it is a little weird; but weird in the good way. It reminded me of what one of my really good friends said to me before I left for New York; Don’t be normal, don’t fit in – Be weird.
I’m trying to live up to that.
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