For me, one of the benefits of buying a house the second time around is that you know your handiness limitations, and scope out your opportunities with that in your mind.
Truth: We are not handy. We only have good intentions.
Fantasy: We like to think that we are handy. We also like to think that we have the amount of time and energy to put into things that being handy requires. We (ok, ok, mostly me) also like to downplay the amount of handiness that projects require. As in, “Oh, it’s ok. We’d just have to scrape the wallpaper and paint the room.” like that’s as easy as boiling a pot of water.
Truth: It never is that easy. Ever. It’s more like boiling the ocean. Between finding the time and energy, shopping for the supplies, prepping the space… well, let’s just say we finally realized we’d be better off making an initial investment up front so we can sit on the couch and enjoy the pretty paint vs. painting rooms for weekends on end and wishing we owned a good amount of stock in the companies that make blue painter’s tape. I know a few friends and family back home are vigorously nodding their heads in agreement as they read this since they sank a few Saturdays into painting our old home.
So, I guess you can say we were more “mature” this time around. (Or lazy. Or less ambitious. But more mature sounds better… I think… so I am going with that. Right? Aren’t you mature if you recognize your limitations and make decisions with them in mind? LOL.). With our new maturity in mind, one of our goals when we moved here was to buy a house that barely required us to lift a paintbrush or hammer a nail. And it’s a good thing we did – because the one bedroom we wanted to paint is still pink. And, yes, it’s our family room. Which means that we sometimes watch T.V. on a nice comfy couch in a pink room. Haha.
The only bad thing about this approach is that we still have to be kind of handy when it comes to decorating. And, shamefully, until this point, we’ve pretty much had blank walls, or adopted a “we’re trying to be fluid and just lean our art against on the wall on top of the console / armoire / dresser so we can change it on a whim” approach. In a few instances, I’ve stuck things up with some of those trusty 3M picture hangers.
So … I was faced with this beautiful blank canvas on the landing between the first and second floors that had been screaming for pictures. The folks that used to live here had an amazing layout of all different types of frames filled with family pictures. It seemed very carefully constructed. And it was magnificent.
But, now that I am mature and realize my own home-ownership limitations (hahaha), I know that I’d never ever be able to recreate that because it required many, many nail holes and proper spacing and…just a lot of patience, which isn’t my strongest trait. So I came up with my own idea.
I was skeptical at first, but I think it works well. I like that it’s easily changed. So when I tire of the photos I have up there, I just unfasten them and hang new ones. I like that it’s uniform. And focused. I like the mosaic feel. I feel like it has a big impact. And it makes me smile every time I pass the steps, which is the most important thing, right?
What do you think?