Long time readers may be asking; gallery wall, what gallery wall? The last time I wrote about it, I hadn't finalised it, and then, when I did, I didn't take any pictures.
I wanted to include my re-constructed slip cover on the sofa in the pictures for best effect.
But I never put the slipcover back on the sofa.
Because I never finished reconstructing the too-big store bought slip cover.
So, things have looked like this for a very long time.
Sorry for the poor photo. I took it late at night.
It didn't feel right.
One night last week, it hit me: it wasn't balanced. That tall torchiere to the right (usually closer to the sofa) just didn't have the chops to balance the wall hanging. And, as is usually the case in decorating dilemnas, diagnosing the problem suggested the solution. A tall column of something to the right would likely do the trick, I thought, but what?
Picture frames, obviously: and I had three in the basement.
I thought about searching on-line for some botanical prints, but it's summer and the sun just happened to be shining. I headed out to the back yard to snap some pictures of the flowers on our cranberry bush.
They were gone. When had that happened?
So, I found some others and then played around with them in pic monkey.
I think this is wild dill weed.
A marigold, obviously. Planted with the tomatoes.
I have no idea. A pretty purple weed everyhere.
I had them professionally printed. Then, I mounted them on black cardstock and slipped them into black frames and hung them on the wall.
No. no. no. no. never. no.
We need whitish mats. Stat. Out of cardstock. I made a prototype. I was astonished to realise I didn't have to do anything to the photos.
sorry about the red: that's a reflection from my shirt in the glass.
In fact, they look even better.
On the wall:
and in the room:
Now, on to that slipcover.
Am I simply following in her footsteps?
If so, lead on, Jules...it's working for me!