That's it. I've finally hit the point where I just can't take it any longer. I cannot continue living here with no things on the walls - no mementos, no trinkets on shelves. I've got to finally unpack some boxes. With Dom tucked in and fast asleep, I creep downstairs to sort through memories bound up in bubble wrap. Nostalgia and excitement waft into the air as I open the boxes and begin deciding where things should go.
I took out pictures and laid them out across the floor, trying to envision them in their new homes on the walls.
Picture them in new places.
Try and try again.
The butterfly collection was a wedding gift from JM's cousin, Susan. She found it fitting because we were married in the Florida Museum of Natural History's Butterfly Garden and Atrium. It was a beautiful wedding (not that I'm biased) and a wonderful gift to commemorate it. No matter where we move, I'll always want this piece on display somewhere common so it can be appreciated by all.
So anyway, this is the arrangement I settled on. I like it, I do, especially the large collage. But I'm still not convinced everything is where it ought to stay.
Take the two paintings on the stairs for example. Neither of these feels like the right fit in this location, but I can't decide what else to put there. Maybe it should be nothing. Maybe I should just paint that wall a glorious, funky, vibrant color. We'll see. For now, this is it. And I love what it is ... so far.
