The Wall, part 3- The hanging begins...

Okay, so maybe a year or two have passed since I began this project. I have tons of excuses...things get in my way and other projects seem jump to the front of the line. I've discovered that putting this project on a list of things "to do," or establishing another deadline just doesn't work. So here's what I do. 

I hang one or two and stare and think. Then I wait another month or two and hang another one and stare and think. That's my pattern. 

This process could drive some people crazy. My husband has given up. The external pressure doesn't affect my process. It takes time, and patience. 

I was a Campfire Girl. One part of the oath was, "to finish what I've begun." It will get done.  

The Wall, part 2

As you can already tell, it takes me a long time to complete a project. This is going to take forever because I've got lots of other things going on that are more, might I say, pressing. But I will make every effort to proceed in a timely fashion because I would really like to have this completed by, dare I say, Christmas. I hate deadlines, but sometimes they are necessary, and in this case, THEY ARE NECESSARY. 

So now I have the blank wall that needs to be painted. But I'm not going to do it yet because I will have a million holes in the wall to fix when this project is completed. Makes sense. 

Planning is important to me when I hang a picture. I'm afraid that I will do what I have always done, and that is, make several nail holes. This time, I'm on top of it. I printed out a grid (Microsoft table insert) of the wall, measured the pictures that I plan to hang, cut out their pattern, and placed them on the grid with tape. I'm not sure how this is going to work, or IF It's going to work. So...here's the grid with several patterns placed on it. 

Now I just have to find my hammer. That could take days...

The Wall, part 1

I'm starting a new project in the living room. To give the room some life and to move some of my framed photography from the closet, I have decided to hang them in a design that some have called "a gallery" or "salon style." It seems that Parisians used to hang portraits in their salons and when new paintings were completed instead of moving and rearranging the old ones to make room for the new ones, they just hung them in random order. I'm not that brave. I have printed a grid and am working to arrange the framed photographs in some kind of pattern. 

Pictured below is the wall. It currently has three framed botanical prints that would appear to be the same. Most people don't notice, but they are the same. It was a deal that I couldn't pass up! I bought them at Restoration Hardware years ago. It's time for them to go.

Stay with me. This is going to take weeks. 

Wishing and Hoping

It's a rainy day today. Just wishing and hoping and planning and dreaming I was there. 

The Hamptons

When I think of the Hamptons, hydrangeas don't come to mind. But, I really did take this shot in front of a bakery in East Hampton. Such a beautiful area. So different from crowds of NYC. 

Just getting you ready for the next post!

Tomatoes

About a month ago, I participated in an event called, Love and Home Grown Tomatoes. The purpose was to raise funds to expand its work of growing fresh food for local food pantries and to provide garden plots for community members. 


Since it was an event involving TOMATOES, I tried to be as creative as possible. I mean how many ways can one shoot a tomato? Whatever. I tried.  

Damn!

It's not even 11 a.m. and things aren't getting any better. This morning at 4:15 I woke up. I tried and tried to go back to sleep, but my mind started ... Usually when this happens, I just turn on the television and I fall back to sleep. But this morning was different. I turned on the t.v. and this is what I saw. 

I couldn't read the small print, so damn if I didn't have to get out of bed to read it. Then it hit me. Comcast had been sending letters warning me that this was "probably" going to happen. I thought it was a marketing ploy, like the ones they send every other day to try to entice me into something called Xfinity. All I want is basic cable. Nothing fancy. So now I was angry because I knew this would involve calling the company...you know. 


Now I was really awake. What was I going to do? Fortunately, I had a book that a friend loaned me, within arms reach. For an hour or so, I read the book. I don't know why, I've read this book before and I know what 's going to happen. The author writes about South Carolina and the islands between Litchfield and Charleston. I was already several chapters into the book before I realized that just maybe I've read this book before. Just to make sure, I continued reading, and now I'm sure I've read it. I can't stop now. If you're laughing, thinking how stupid I am, I ask you, "How many times have you watched The Miracle on 34th Street? or Where The Boys Are? or Gone With The Wind?" I rest my case. 


Let's see. So far I woke up three hours early, the t.v. doesn't work and I'm reading a book that I've already read. Things were grim until I remembered that I had a chocolate croissant waiting for me! That and coke would really perk things up. So I scampered downstairs, grabbed the pastry, poured a juice glass of coke, plopped on the sofa and turned on the tube. The thought did cross my mind to fix Tom's breakfast, but heck, he loves Sugar Corn Pops, and who was I to ruin his morning? So I stayed on the sofa, but at least, I did turn on Fox so he could get the conservative point of view of the day's happenings. He loves Fox, or is it Gretchen?


Well one thing led to another. Tom left for work, Good Morning America came on, I cat-napped, Kelly came on, I cat-napped and then gave up and decided to get some things done. The internet was calling, so I checked my emails, read several blogs, wrote an email to Cynthia, started writing my blog, and was interrupted by a handsome Salvadorian named Elmer who was coming to pick up a check for the sprinklers that he installed in November. When he came a few minutes ago, I asked him why he didn't come in January to get the check, and he said he was in Salvador. It seems that he is married and his young, 21 year old, wife lives there and he visits several times a year. Elmer is 37. There's more but I'll stop now. 


I'm sure things will get better. I'm going to Pike's Nursery where I'm going to try to convince them to give me yesterday's deal on a Japanese Maple tree. I've got to learn to read the ENTIRE ad and not just the large print. It seems that they are going to begin giving daily deals and the tree was yesterday's. Keep your fingers crossed. Things have go to get better. Now.