As you know I'm
way over my head and gasping for air up to my knees in this blessed remodel. In between going out in public with my hair shining with various paint splatters and breathing in drywall dust, I've been working through some kind of design process in my head. As I've already mentioned, this is not my spiritual gift. I am not on the list for Heaven's interior decorating committee, and I've already decided that if Jesus gives me a choice, I'm inviting my good buddy New Every Morning over to my mansion to decorate it for me.
But in my minute attempts to feather my nest (there's that phrase again...oy), I have decided that on one wall I am going to try to throw together some kind of photo collage thing. You know....lots of frames that are all matchy and mismatchy and such. (I saw it in a magazine....so it must be okay.)
I've gone through my pictures and sorted and sifted. All while trying to remember the days when I actually took my film to the processor to get developed; paid $4.68 for a stack of photos that may only have 7 good shots in the bunch; and sprang occasionally for doubles. I've picked some of my most favorite ones of the boys from when they were younger that I'm going to turn into black and white, but I also think I'm going to mix and match them with some of my most favorite old photos of mine and Kirk's families.
Aw...you know you do. Everyone loves old pictures.
And if you are like me, your favorite thing is looking at all the
horrid fashion emergencies vintage clothing. (Ahem, Carpoolqueen.)
As you know I'm
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