Hanging stuff is a team project for Derek and I.
It goes something like this:
He holds whatever we’re hanging and follows my directions.
“To the right and up just a scoach. Not that much! Ok now, just a hair to the left.” and so on
Then I hold it and make him look…like he really cares. He just plays along and pretends that it matters to him that the frame or whatever is a hair too far to the left. He goes with it because it makes me happy.
He holds it for me again and I mark it.
Finally he hammers or drills, whichever the job calls for, and hangs whatever.
I step back, scrunch up my face, apologetically announce I don’t like it and he tries really hard not to groan and roll his eyes as we start the process again.
It’s not fun for him, but he handles it like a champ.
My sister gave us a big, oak, hanging shelf a few weeks back. Derek being the wondrous man he is sanded and painted said shelf for me. I didn’t even ask. He’s super sweet like that.
I was impressed with his clever hanging method. After he found the studs with his handy-dandy stud finder, he marked them with painters tape so he knew exactly where he could drill without question.
Poor Der. After he hung it, I was hemming and hawing about whether I liked it. I have decided to leave it for now because I am tired of messing with it. We will make adjustments another day. Something for him to look forward to.
Everything besides the shelf came from Goodwill. I bet you knew I was going to say that. The ceramic fork was brown with orange and yellow mushrooms painted on it. The frame is a heavy hunk of metal and in its previous life was gold and held a creepy picture of a crying baby. The square tin is just an old cookie tin.
The shelf holds my old Pyrex dish set and some of my favorite vintage bowls. The little papers inside the frame are cards from a memory game.
This cool vintage souvenir drink glass sits on the telephone shelf to the right of my light shelf. She holds some spray painted twigs from the back yard.
I love her.
PS. Check yourself Spellcheck because scoach and scrunch ARE TOO words. Lame-o.