Picture Perfect

John and I spent hours in the back room of our home yesterday, a room we don't hang out in all that often. It serves as the den where we house our printer, important documents, and other office whatnots, so it gets a lot of pass-through traffic, but not a lot of extended-stay visitors. It is also the room where we decided to hang our gallery wall of vacation pictures and other family pictures.

I'm a little embarrassed to admit it took 10 months to get that ball rolling. First, it took us a while to decide it was a priority (moving and getting settled poops a person out). Then, we had a hard time finding frames we wanted (the old ones were a hodgepodge, and many were scratched up from all the moves). Once those frames arrived, we had to unpack them (those suckers were packed with more foam, cardboard, and tape than necessary). Once they were unpacked, we had to put the selected pictures in them (luckily, I had already taken the pictures out of the old frames, a seemingly easy job that took a couple of days).

Having taken the aforementioned steps one day at a time, we were finally ready to rip the bandaid off and get the job done. Some of you may be scratching your head at this--how hard could it be to hang a few pictures on a wall?

Enter the perfect part. This process is very precise in the Ferry house. We do not start pounding nails in the wall like a bunch of maniacs. We arrange. We rearrange. We space. We mull. We rearrange again. We measure. We mark. By the time that hammer tappety taps the head of a nail, we have a obsessively thought-out plan in place. Re-do's and stray nail holes are not acceptable. And, when I say "we," I think you all know to whom I am referring.

Vacation photos hung with care, allowing room for future pictures. 
I can joke about all this anal retentiveness only because the end result is always worth it. We now have a gallery wall that tells a story, details the experiences we've had together. Not all of them are perfect pictures, but the warm fuzzies that wall gives me makes it picture perfect.




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