Man. It sure didn’t take long for this blog to go from thoughts on wine and and the occasional marathon to OMG HOMEOWNING DECORATING DIY ALL THE THINGS.
I’m sorry. Really, I am.
But I guess this is my life now. My how the mighty have fallen.
So I’m going to be straight with you, because I feel like we’re close enough for honesty at this point. This tiny gallery wall? Way harder than I expected. I thought it would be all sunshine and roses and nails and hammers, but NO. There was math involved people. MATH. And it took me like three tries. But I persevered, because I am a fighter. And also because I had no backup plan for this wall.
And if you happen to notice something that is crooked or off center, please, for the love of God – DO NOT TELL ME.
I really do have the best of intentions for a full photographic home tour in the next couple of months, but for now I’ll just give you a little background. The house we bought is a 3 bedroom, 2.5 bath that’s around 1800 square feet. Not too big (though it certainly feels big), not too small, just right for us.
When you walk in the front door, the main living and dining area is directly to your right. However, if you keep going straight, there’s another smaller living area, with a fireplace and a set of french doors leading out to the backyard. Taylor and I are still undecided on what to call it, so for now we’re just calling it “that other room.” It’s fine. It’s functional. It works.
When we bought the house, one of the things I knew I wanted was a dedicated office space. (Something other than a chair in the corner of living room that also served as primary laundry folding space.) I didn’t need an entire room, but I did want a little space or corner that I could call my own. And “that other room” seemed to fit the bill.
It’s still a major major work in progress. There are piles of boxes on either side of the desk, and cords hanging out everywhere. Right now it’s little more than a desk and this gallery wall, but I still love it. I love the view of the backyard to my right, and I love the way the sun shines through the entryway when it starts to rise in the morning.
Whoa. Did I just get cheesy about the way the sun shines through a door? WHAT HAVE I BECOME. And what was I even talking about? Gallery wall. RIGHT. Reign it in, focus Natalie.
So on Saturday morning I pulled out every photo or piece of art we own with any gallery wall potential. I laid them all on a table, arranged them, stared at them for five minutes and then rearranged. I repeated that about 101 times and this little arrangement is what I ended up with.
HA. You didn’t believe me when I said the room was still total chaos and covered in boxes did you? Oh ye of little faith.
At this point, I was already exhausted. And I thought about just winging it and nailing things into the wall all willy nilly. But then I remembered how positively pissed Taylor would be if he had to fill in and paint over a million nail holes due to my lack of patience, so I followed Pinterest’s lead and traced everything on paper. And then I cut it, which was a nightmare, because I’m not a kindergarten teacher and I really shouldn’t be allowed to use scissors at all. However, I persevered and finally managed to cut everything out and arrange it on the wall.
Then I had to bust out the level and the measuring tape to make sure everything was straight. Spoiler alert – it wasn’t. So I proceeded to measure and level, measure and level, repeat 101 times until exhausted/good enough. And then VOILA, 47 hours later, the gallery wall was complete!
A few engagement photos, a pretty greeting cards, my Roald Dahl watercolor from Katie Ellisor, leftover wedding decor, print from a trip to Boston, “Where thou art, that is home” print, a random bridal portrait (because I’m vain I guess?), and last but certainly not least, my beloved “But a bitch ain’t one” stitching.
And that’s all folks. Now I just need a rug, an actual office chair, and four million more things to fill the remaining blank wall space but HEY – progress is progress amiright?