The Things You Do Differently in a New House: Hanging Photos

I had a photo wall at the old house. I didn’t really have a plan when I started. I just started nailing things and tried to make it look nice. There were multiple nail holes behind every photo.

It started out like this:

The Picture Wall

Over the years, it evolved into this:

Old House - Photo Wall

There was no rhyme or reason. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t great. I knew I wanted to go about it differently when we moved into our new home. I had pinned some good ideas, but have yet to unpack the wax paper. So I grabbed a roll of the kids’ art paper, traced absolutely every frame I wanted to hang, marking their nail holes and got to taping it on the wall. I measured and removed and replaced and cussed and moved a couch I shouldn’t have moved by myself and eventually came up with this grouping.

Hanging Photos

I was quite exhausted by that point, but I got to nailing. I only had one goof up where I finished hanging a photo and then removed the next piece of paper before nailing. I had to remeasure and tape and cuss some more. But it’s done.

It’s not 100% perfect and, when little feet run, pictures that were hanging straight are tilted ever so slightly. But it’s done. For now. And, having a much bigger living room, there’s room to add more photos as we see fit. Also, I still haven’t updated a number of photos on the wall to reflect the past year. I’m sure I’ll get there at some point.

Hanging Photos

Adding the photo wall, our art wall, the normal nick-knacks, drapes and the Easter decorations really made the living room feel like “ours” today. We’re making this new house our home. It’s rather exhausting, but I’m enjoying the process.

 

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We’ve Been Busy…

I’ve been quiet here. I’ve had a lot to say, but I haven’t wanted to say it out loud. You know how you get to a point when you want something so badly and you’re so close to getting it but you’re afraid that if you say it out loud, it just won’t happen. Yes, I was in that place. Silenced by a longing for this moment…

New House

We bought a new house today! The closing was at 4:00pm and by 6:30 we were painting.

As some of you know, we’ve been looking since August of 2011. We originally saw this house in October, but FireDad wasn’t sure about it. We originally were dead set on a house in the country. I grew up on nearly 90 acres. He grew up in a tiny town on a large lot. We learned very quickly with our first home purchase that city life, however small our city is, wasn’t right for us. However, with the oil and gas coming to our area, no one was selling houses in the country. There were a few — no, only two — neighborhoods (read: houses without lots of land) that we had on our list of acceptable. This house was in one of those neighborhoods.

In late January, after we were outbid on a house in the country, we decided to see this house again. The timing was right because the previous owners had already moved and were willing to deal. Once we got it under contract, it was a long process as we were using my husband’s VA loan. That’s a post in itself for another time because, good gravy, that’s a difficult process to get through. But we did.

The first thing the boys did when we got to the new house today was climb the tree in the front yard.

New House

New House

New House

It’s a lovely ranch style home (also a post in itself) in a lovely neighborhood with children and normal people and homes that are well cared for and, beyond our street? Is nothing but a field and trees. It’s quiet. It’s lovely.

It’s home.

I have wanted to talk about it for weeks. But with the VA process, you never quite know if you’re going to close until you get the call that says, “Bring x-amount of dollars at x-time.” That call came today and a weight lifted off of my shoulders. I could breathe. I could smile. I could write.

Today we begin a new chapter. There’s lots of painting to be done. And carpet cleaning. And new windows. And making it our own. At some point I’ll be refinishing a hutch my grandfather built with bright yellow paint. But however long it takes, I’m just so, so happy.

YAY HOUSE!

Welcome to our home and the next chapter of our lives.