I have this gigantic piece of… we’ll call it “art.” I bought it when I was fresh out of college and at a fairly depressing time in my life. I remember standing in TJ Maxx staring at this thing and thinking “I really like that and I want it but I don’t have $100 to buy it, but I’m going to buy it anyway because maybe it will make me happy for thirty minutes.” And it did. But the second I got it back to my crappy apartment the honeymoon was over.
I struggled to hang it, since it is one of those frames that has one hook on each side. When I finally got it on the wall, it was a little crooked and by that point I’d lost the will to put another hole in the wall to straighten it out. So crooked it stayed until I took it down to move it to my next house, and then the next, and then the next, and so on. I have moved this giant picture, which I immensely dislike a total of nine times. Just typing that makes me twitch. WHY? Why have I wasted my time toting this object, that is a literal mental and physical weight, across three states and to nine different houses?
The only reason that I can come up with is because it’s my stuff. Whether we like it or not, in our minds sometimes our “stuff” defines us. There’s a certain part of everyone that’s like “look at this stuff (house, car, clothes, furniture, etc.) I have… doesn’t it make me great?” The answer is no. It doesn’t. But I just couldn’t let this thing go because to me it was expensive and – forget the fact that it is outdated and I pretty much cringe every time I look at it – you just don’t throw expensive things away!
Lane and I agree that we are not keeping or buying things that do not serve a purpose or that we do not enjoy. We got rid of SO much stuff when we moved this year and it felt delicious. How this piece of… art… made the cut, I have no idea.
The other night as I drove up in our garage (where this thing was stored, which is also laughable) I thought “why in the actual hell do I still own that thing?” I had an epiphany. Much like homes are not forever, neither is our stuff! I decided right then that I was either going to find a use for that picture, or set it on fire. JK I would have donated it, but lucky for me I thought of something to do with it that works perfectly with my fall decorating madness… Make a chalkboard out of it and write some cute fall saying on it!
Sprayed the canvas part with black chalkboard spray paint…
The second I blasted the first bit of paint onto this thing it was like clouds parted and the angels started singing. Ah the beauty of letting go.
So here is the beautiful, reincarnated chalkboard version of the canvas that previously made me itchy. I would like to say that the cool distress marks on the frame are something that I artfully (and purposely) did, but they are not. They are because I was too impatient to let it dry completely, but again, I like the way it turned out. Plus it was midnight and Momma had to wrap it up with the crafting.
Okay, okay… so maybe I Photo shopped those words on there – I’m gettin’ better! THIS is how it actually looks in my house right at this moment… I am in love. Honeymoon back on!
More to be revealed on the JSH Fall Home Tour on Monday! Happy Tini Friday!
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