I’m not really into mass-produced art prints but I really liked these ones ("Winter Walk" and "Joyous Motherhood" by Cecil Youngfox) that I found in a shop on our way home from Sault Ste. Marie two years ago so I brought them home. On the same trip I bought a stained glass star-shaped pendant lamp. We had already bought our house but we had to suffer through an interminably long closing – four months! – but I was so excited to have a few little things that I really loved to decorate our place because we’d never really put much effort into decorating our crappy apartment. Needless to say, some of the soldering needs repair before the lamp can be safely hung. I guess, despite best efforts, it got bumped during the move. The prints were only framed and hung last night.
We’ve been doing a lot of letting go of stuff this week in preparation for the move (we took four bags of stuff to Goodwill on Sunday and already I’ve nearly filled another one). I had to make a decision on whether the prints stayed or went. I still like them a lot, so I purchased frames yesterday and I decided to hang them up because all the television shows about selling your house say you have to have art on the walls in order for the house to show well. Every time I turn the corner into the hallway these are hung in, I see them and my spirit lifts. And then I feel bitter because I only just now hung them up to fluff my house for sale, when I could have been enjoying them all this time if it weren’t for my inaction.
I’m sure I’ll feel the same way when our back bedroom, formerly known as the Junk Room, becomes a media room. I’m going to chalk this up to a lesson learned and make an agreement with myself not to let this happen in our next house.
My father-in-law arrives tomorrow morning for about a week to help us with some necessary renovations to the upstairs of our house. It is a huge relief for us and I think, also, to my Dad who is overburdened by the projects of other family members, all of whom are at least as deserving of his time as I am. Originally, I had a lot of ideas about what I wanted to happen up there. I still do I guess but also I can’t really think of it as my house anymore. So whatever happens, as long as it looks great, is fine with me. I was going to end this by saying how happy it makes me that we’re getting so much closer to listing, but as it turns out I am actually very sad.