I shared my master bedroom transformation yesterday.
I just want to say . . . thank you for your support and understanding. I often hear from readers who are so relieved to know they’re not the only one, but honestly . . . . it’s still a huge relief for me to hear that too.
The picture above is one of the before photos. It’s of three little girls reading together. I really like the picture a lot.
But I don’t love it. It’s special to my mother because it reminds her of her childhood as one of three sisters. She gave it to me to hang in my entryway because . . . I needed something to hang in my entryway. Our deal is that when I decide I no longer need it, I’ll give it back to her.
I’m planning to re-decorate my entryway, and know exactly what I want to do, but haven’t done it yet.
That’s the real (totally logical) reason why the picture had been sitting in a corner of my bedroom since I took it down it to make room for Christmas decorations.
Y’know, back in November . . .
I wasn’t motivated to move it back because of my wishy-washiness about whether I still needed it.
But (as often happens when I finally do what needs to be done despite my wishi-washiness), when I moved it I uncovered something I do love. Something that does make my heart smile every time I see it.
Something unintentionally hidden and forgotten.
It’s another wall-hanging created out of photo-booth pictures of my family. Mostly, the photos are of my boys who were 6 and 7 at the time and spent their cousin’s entire wedding reception standing in line at the “free” photo booth, taking string after string of truly hilarious pictures.
Procrastinating and being non-committal about the thing that doesn’t make my heart swell caused me to miss out on several months of giggles every time I pass by this montage of mommy-memories.