This morning as I was dusting my curio cabinet I caught a glimpse of these beautiful pieces of pottery that my children have made me over the years hiding in the back. They survived a divorce and a few moves. They deserve to be showcased. Hmmm.... where should I put them? I had an empty space in the hallway upstairs and a shelf with broken hooks that needed to be fixed. So ofcourse I DECOPAUGED it, LOL! My new poor man's craft.
As I'm hanging the shelf, Alex walks upstairs and blurts out "Are you sure you should be doing that?" then a polite little "Does Daddy know what your doing?" I guess my kids think I'm incapable of using a hammer and nails safely. Daddy always hangs things up because I lack the ability to level it properly and it drives him nuts when I don't center things in the middle of the wall. Oops, I'm pretty sure it's centered and I *think* it's level.