I have a pretty mitt full of pictures to be hung. Everything from framed family photos to some beautiful hand painted canvases by my friend Leal and even one by Michael's Grandmother. I spent 3 years gathering and hanging them in just the right spot and, well, I am struggling to find their new perfect place on these walls. Even the print I wanted forever that Michael had gotten me this past Mother's Day is driving me crazy.
I love each piece and I would not even think of letting any go, but nothing seems to fit or cry out "hang me here". I wonder is it the paint colour? I am beginning to doubt how effectively I can pull off the whole white-wall-no-window-dressing thing or if I even want to. Now Jessa has an eye for white and while I have a huge appreciation for beautiful rooms of all kinds, when it comes to pulling it all together in my own space I feel a little bit like I'm playing dress up, the clothes are nice but the whole situation has run amuck.
Perhaps I'll put on a stiff upper lip, grab a cuppa, then Keep Calm and Carry On.