Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Project showoff, or The blue line is gone!
I did it! Almost completely. For a long time, I've wanted a family picture wall. I'd seen pics in magazines and such of mismatched yet coordinating frames displaying great family pics. I decided it was time to make one of my own. About three months ago. So I started collecting frames from everywhere I went; Target, Michaels, Big Lots, Aaron Bros, yard sales, JoAnns, my garage, and pulled out my stash of old family photos. I had the perfect wall in our dining area, but you know you can't just start banging holes in a wall to hang up a variety of mismatched yet coordinating photos. You must have a plan. There must be balance and composition and a unifying theme. So I designated our living room floor as the staging place. I measured the available space on the dining room wall and taped off the same amount of space on our living room carpet. Did you know that if you leave blue painter's tape on your carpet for three months that not all the sticky residue will actually come off? Now you do. Did you know that my dh is the most patient and supportive man on the planet? Now you do.
So I moved pictures around, gathered a few family photos I needed. Made scans and prints and did some research (who is this guy anyway?) Don't tell anyone, but I used a hot glue gun for mounting family heirloom shadowbox items. I endured jokes from visitors, "What happens if I cross the blue line?" Ha ha. I rip your head off because don't you dare step on my fam. And at last I was ready.
Again, my fabulous dh came to my aid. Very patiently and logically he hung every single picture in the exact relative position that I'd arranged on the floor in the next room. Even the ones that I changed my mind about at the last minute.
You may notice, if you are scrutinizing closely enough, that there is one fake pic, and one without a photo. I need glass for one frame, and the blank white box is the future spot for a shadowbox frame that I have to special order. In it will be displayed a beautiful crocheted doily made by dh's gma. Don't freak out, I promise not to use the hot glue gun on it.
Oh, and the black oval on the far right is a wooden warrior mask dh and I bought in Hawaii years ago. It is not an actual resemblance of any known family member. But if it were, I'm sure it would be from my side of the family. I hope to pick up a few more photos from my mom this summer and put them where the mask is. I'll probably still fit the mask in somewhere. BTW, this wall is adjacent to the wall with the pretty new curtains that I blogged about here.And I admit I totally staged this photo. I kicked the full laundry baskets out of the pic and gathered up the tablecloth, papers, maps, catalogs and all and threw it on the floor. I snapped the pic then put it all back. On a more serious note, looking at all those pics made me ponder my ancestors, their families, their challenges and happinesses. What were their hopes and fears for their children? I almost envy that the worst thing they could probaby imagine for their children was death. That may seem morbid, but today's evils are so much more subtle and devious. I was warned by a friend recently about a song that would be playing during one of our family's favorite TV shows. I'm not going to advertise the song or the singer, but some of the lyrics included lines that said experimenting with homosexual behavior is "no big deal" and "innocent." Wouldn't it be easier just to worry that your kid would get kicked when milking the cows or fall out of the covered wagon? But those are not the times we live in. My church has recently asked us to support this effort to protect traditional marriage in CA: ProtectMarriage.com is a growing, broad-based coalition of organizations, churches, and individuals who believe that marriage’s foremost purpose is the raising of healthy children in a family with a mom and a dad. I have included their link in my sidebar too. Please take a look at their website and contribute even if you don't live in CA. This state has a large influence on the rest of the country, for good or evil. I look at the pictures of my ancestors who lived through wars, depressions and immigrating to an unknown country. They were all doing the best they could to provide a better life for their children and future posterity. I guess we are just trying to do the same thing.