Is it wrong?
Is it wrong that I arrived from the Haven Conference in Charleston at 7:30 last night on two wheels?
Is it wrong that I tossed my purse on the counter and grabbed the artwork that I had been waiting on for the front living room mantel that my husband picked up for me from the framing department when I was gone and immediately took off the plastic and hung it on the wall and rearranged all the living room accessories in five minutes?
Is it wrong that I woke up with the sun to photograph this room to put it on the blog just so you could see it?
Is it wrong how much I missed talking to all of you while I was gone?
If it’s wrong?
I don’t want to be right.
Here’s a close-up of the artwork.
Remember the story behind this room? Remember the before? Remember when we all got together and had coffee and chose the fabric for the curtains for this space and I told you all that I had found this artwork on etsy and that it came rolled up as a canvas and that I had to take it to the framers to get it stretched?
Here it is.
(total aside: can you tell how happy I am to be writing this post today that I’m typing sentences with 245 characters?)
Here’s the mantel with the overall view of the new piece of art.
Doesn’t it look amazing?
I love how it ties all the colors in the room together.
Can you see why I dropped my purse?
Can you see why I didn’t even stop for water?
Can you see why I had to immediately hang it on the wall?
I’ve never had a canvas stretched before.
It was super easy.
It came rolled up in a tube. I unrolled it and took it to Hobby Lobby to the framing department and they brought out a selection of wood stretcher frames for me to choose from. I selected one. They ordered it and then they stretch the canvas over the frame.
When my husband picked it up from the framers he wanted to make sure it was the right one.
“It’s the oversized vase full of flowers, right?” he said.
“What?” I asked him.
“Flowers? It’s not flowers. It’s an abstract painting.”
So he sent me a picture. It was the right artwork and I was so happy that he was picking it up for me that I told him I saw flowers, too.
I guess that’s the thing about art.
Some people see rain.
Some people see an explosion of color.
Some people see flowers.
I’m just happy to have the art on my wall.
I’m just happy to be home.
I’m just happy to have this blog and write it every day and share my heart.
And I’m happy sometimes I’m so wrong…
…that I’m right. 🙂
PS Summer decorating tip.
I just bought this vase from Target from Joanna’s line.
All it needs is a little sprig from the yard to bring a little summer in.
104 Comments - Leave a comment
Share: Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Pinterest Share by email