Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The Box

"The box is there for a reason." - Me


I am not the most creative thinker.  I'm a rule follower.  I do things the way they've always been done.  This made me pretty good junior associate when I practiced law but understandably hampered my advancement.  In a discussion with my husband once about the concept of "thinking outside the box" and my resistance to the whole idea, I vehemently responded that "the box is there for a reason."  He said it was possibly the most defining statement I'd ever uttered.

We lived in this house for two years before it dawned on me that I could just dig up the ugly bush that annoyed me every day.  In my mind, it was a healthy plant and only my problem that I found it ugly.  Eventually, I clued in that I owned the bush and, if I hated it so much, I could get rid of it and replace it with something better.  See, I'm slowly coming along.

Paint has been a revelation for me.  When house hunting, I was always hampered by bad decor.  I just couldn't see past it, couldn't envision what that floral wallpaper could become.  Now that I've repainted a few rooms and discovered the ease and effectiveness of a can of spray paint, whole new worlds have opened up to me.  Until recently, I'd never considered looking at used anything;  garage sales, thrift stores, craigslist were all just other people's nasty junk.  Then I went all crazy last spring and bought a scratched up, water-damaged red armoire, which I (with my dad's help) converted into an attractive light yellow art supply cabinet.

I also used to spend way too much time looking for just the right thing--right size, right color, right everything.  Now, I accept "pretty close" if I can see a way to work with it.  It's a whole new world, aided by ideas from the Internet.

Case in point:  Last week, I was reviewing my son's school work from last year, deciding what to toss and what to save.  I found four prints he'd made in art class and decided they would make good wall art.



I was concerned that I wouldn't be able to find a square frame with a mat that wasn't huge.  It must have been my lucky day, because Michael's had ones just the right size in stock and on sale.  However, once I was home, I decided that the dark brown frame didn't really look very good with anything else.



Nearly every frame in my house is black, and those in the room in which I plan to hang the prints are white.  I know, I'm supposed to match the frame to the art not to the room, but I really wasn't doing that either.  Anyway...I decided to repaint them white.  I recently repainted a natural wood frame hanging in my daughter's room white, so I already had a can of glossy white paint on my shelf.  I sanded the new frames, painted them white, and used them to frame my son's artwork.  They now hang on the guest bedroom wall.





Until recently, I would still be searching in vain for just the right frame, in the right size and the right color, at the right price.  Now, I accepted two of three and fixed the third.  Not bad for a girl who lives in a box.


3 comments:

  1. Love the prints - excellent job! You are becoming crafty, you know. :)

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  2. Calling yourself crafty either evokes the Beastie Boys or feels insulting. I much prefer to say I just like making things!

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    1. Very funny! I still can't think of myself as "crafty," but I definitely like making stuff, so I'm with you.

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