Have you ever made a decorating decision that you lived to regret?
A couple of weeks ago we finally got around to hanging the multitude of frames I have been collecting for months and months. I envisaged an interesting gallery-style wall of pictures running down the length of our long hallway. It was easy enough to hang them, didn't take long at all. But I'm not loving the end result, in fact it is making me feel quite anxious.
What I didn't take in to account was the fact our hallway is so narrow you can't really stand back to view the pieces. Instead, every time I look down from one end of the house to the other, I am confronted with a heavy mass of black, all different widths and angles that looks quite messy and disorderly... not at all what I had in mind and quite distressing for the obsessive compulsive kind that I am. And don't even get me started on having to straighten them each time I walk past!
I quite like the view from our bedroom, looking into the hallway but I guess that's because I can see the artwork from a distance.
Well, they're staying there for now. I've been at him for so long to hang them, John would never let me forget it if I told him I wanted them gone. Not to mention there are now two million holes punched into our lovely old walls. I'll just have to learn to live with them.