Well Hung

Gentle Bleaders--

Well, the MLK holiday was definitely a day on and not a day off for my little Lucille. Lil girl earned her keep and earned it good.

We been livin' in this here house (aka Josephine) for a little bit now and the walls downstairs are (finally) no longer mustard yellow, army green (not that there's anything wrong with that), and slit-your-wrists gray. (All of which makes me realize that I need to do a post showing the paint transformation. Consider it on my to-do list.)

Anyway, I decided we'd hang some stuff on the wall this weekend. When I told Lucy that's what we'd be doing, she said, "Wait. What? You crazy, girl." It's all in the eyes. Witness:

"Wait."

"What?"

"You crazy, girl."

After I showed her the back of my hand, we got to work. Because we had multiples to hang, we traced around our pictures and hung those on the walls so we could get a good idea of what was what:

Here are the pics we needed to hang in the doorway of the main hallway, facing into the dining room:

And here's how their tracings looked:

And here's how they finally looked hanging on the wall. Good work, Goose!

Then I needed to hang something in the big ol' wall space down the main hall. I decided to hang a mishmash of mirrors I'd collected over the years from flea markets, estate sales, the Salvation Army, this-n-that shops, and--ahem--the trash. I laid them out on the floor to get an idea of what I wanted:

Then I made Lucy trace and cut (like the slave driver I am). Then we hung the cutouts on the wall until we were happy:

Then I handed Lucy a hammer and nail, made myself a cocktail, and told her to get that little ass to WORK:

Here's Goose, admiring her handiwork (sitting on a rug that was purchased at an estate sale just this weekend):

There's a lot left to be done, but we're on our way. Goose is just a little dog, you see, so these things take time.