Some of you visited our last house and saw our huge wall of family photos. I loved it. It was such a fun focal point, a conversation piece, and when I wanted it to be, a walk down memory lane. Every photo had a story.
I have really missed that wall.
It [only] took four months to get photos on the walls in our new house. I recently divided our original photo wall in two, replaced and updated lots of the pictures, and created a new collage with frames that used to hang in Garry's office. Our prints arrived via UPS on Friday, I framed everything on Saturday, and today was the day for the hammer and nails.
This project required a lot of work and brain power, and I'm the first to admit that the frames aren't completely straight or evenly spaced. I tried.
Imperfections seem to be the spice of my life, though. And I love seeing smiling faces on my walls. It makes me feel at home.