I’ve been a busy little decorator these past few days. After two years of living in the home I’ve dubbed Doright Manor I’m finally hanging some artwork.
Now, the term “art” is used loosely here. There are no Ansel Adams or Georgia O’Keefe pieces gracing our walls. Instead, I’m fond of framing pretty greeting cards and random pictures from glossy magazines, a holdover practice from our days of living below the poverty line, along with finds from estate and garage sales.
I like to say my taste in art is eclectic. That sounds so much better than questionable or dubious. The few pieces I’ve purchased from art galleries don’t do anything for me once I try to find a spot for them. I really have fared much better with my more frugal purchases.
Regardless of cost or source all of my pieces have something in common: They hide multiple nail holes. Never mind the amount of time I spend measuring and calculating, marking and leveling, I never get it right the first time. Even if I’m hanging a single picture I end up with roughly 9,643 holes in the wall. Ok, that’s an exaggeration, but just barely.
My expertise comes in cleverly masking those holes. “Oh, look, you placed a butterfly on the corner of the frame! How cute!” people exclaim. Damned straight, Skippy–that butterfly is camouflaging at least three holes.
I know at this point in the post I should provide a photo of a few of my displays, but no good could come of that. My readers will either pity me or laugh at me. And I’m not sure my fragile ego can handle that.
Ok, just one. No laughing. Pity’s ok, though. Or vice versa.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
its sweet and country and rustic………..nothing wrong with that
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I like it! I don’t have much of an eye for art, either. My wife and I seldom agree on anything that should hang on the wall, so we have a LOT of blank wall space. I always enjoy people with really nicely decorated homes. Or, not even ‘nicely’ decorated. Just decorated would be nice.
My favourite piece of “art” is a collection of 3 post cards from a long-ago trip to New Orleans. The postcards likely cost $1 each. The framing almost gave me a heart attack. Today, I bought two fridge magnets. No framing and no nail holes!
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A decorator after my own heart!
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Feels like home and is cheerful. Love the walking stick too!
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Studly’s brother makes the walking sticks. I have 3.
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I love walking sticks, makes you feel like a hobbit!
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When I walk around the neighborhood I twirl my stick to the music in my earbuds. I must look insane.
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No, you look very steam punk! You just wait, it’s going to start a trend there in Florida and now we have written proof where it started! Maybe you’ll be in people magazine and I can blog when I knew you before you were famous.
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I just hope it’s not a mug shot!
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Nice and funny use of language here: comparing eclectic to questionable and dubious works really well 🙂
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Thank you!
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