Step 1 to a great gallery wall: Know yo skills.
Mine do not include spacial awareness.
Spread those girls out on the floor before they go up. Don’t make a mess. By George! I think we’ve got it!
Only a few are hung by nails. The rest are up with our handy dandy photo strips. These are LIFESAVERS. This is my contribution. Also this. We hate each other and hate gallery walls. Lookin good, ladies!I wanted to document my HELPING. Instead you just get some great TUSH shots. You. Are. Welcome.
H, holdin it down, while mama does important gallery biznas. Done!
Key words: FIRM. PLAN.
Also, it bears mentioning: this is a two person job.
The frames, from upper right: ZGallerie, Pottery Barn (all around the edges) and my beautiful gem of a West Elm frame in the center. I’ve never spent that much on a frame and never will again. But you know what? She makes me smile every single day. And I can rest knowing Chris has basically bungee corded her to the wall, so she ain’t going anywhere.
What’s in those frames, pray tell?
From right: My mama, taking me home from the hospital;
My family at our lake every August;
Chris with his sweet sweet angel niece;
My sisters and I on my wedding day (iPhone pic, natch);
Chris’ family at their lake;
My mom and aunt playing as bebes;
A close-up shot of my grandma;
Chris and I at his brother’s wedding;
My aunt, grandma, mama, and I at my cousin’s communion;
Chris, his brother, and that sweet baby girl again;
Chris and my first visit to Syracuse in 2004 (!!!);
And probably my favorite: our bridal party as we were introduced as husband and wife for the first time.
I want to do another gallery wall but have been banned from purchasing additional frames. Chris has estimated that we have over forty frames in our living room alone.
Please go forward and make one in memory of me.