1) I Bought a Decorative Household Item
|"Grrr! Take me to your leader, earthling!"|
Paintings not supplied by kindly relatives,
they're Monet prints that cover a hole in the wall.
All other decorative bits were presents from people
with a keener sense of the household aesthetic than I.
2) I Framed and Hung Pictures
Daddy Gingerbread took the husband and me down to his painting studio and showed us his paintings. We rifled through his private stash and selected two, with which we absconded to Germany. Added to that was a painting by my little sister, Emily, and a small landscape by a friend of ours - and before we knew it, we had enough eye candy for a wall or two. My husband did the technical work - measuring walls, brandishing spirit measure, hammering nails - whilst I was the Artistic Director, which (I think we all agree) is the more important task.
|"It's crooked! Crooked! Straighten up that picture or you're fired! How can I expect to work like this?" (flounce.) |
a.k.a The Trials of the Artistic Director
|Mr G's candlestick. He brought it |
into the relationship, along with two
computer monitors, three printers,
a veritable snake's nest of cables
and a chrome bookshelf that, um,
got lost in the move.
|Considering that it has taken me two years to hang paintings, these might be |