Now, c'est finis, finally.
Je t'aime. #73: check!
Now, the other side of this wall, isn't my amour so much. It's not that I don't love this sign:
'cause I do. It just doesn't belong in this area. It doesn't "go" here. Plus, this lil dude
needed a buddy elsewhere. Don't they look like they could so be BFF?
So, the other side of that wall: I needed some inspiration. Some revelation. An awakening, if you will. And then I saw this.
Not what they were actually advertising. No no. This advertisement (like an englishman: "advert-is-ment" as opposed to "ad-vert-eyes-ment") is for the furniture. I adore thee roman numerals. Yes. The X's and the I's.
They don't even sell these. What was I to do? A search of the interweb brought up naught, my trusty hob lob couldn't help me. . .
I explained it to Jeff, and with a very huge raised eyebrow ("did I know my wife was this strange when I married her?" Too late sucka!) he assumed I was discussing cutting this in vinyl.
Huh. Hmm. . .
And when I turned to my decorating diva SIL Tiff, she said "If vinyl's that cheap for you, why not make it, and keep searching for something else? Then you can replace it if you want."
Touchè. This is why I ask her these things. She is wise beyond her years.
Now, I got the raised eyebrow again after I cut these and the hubs saw the font I chose.
But, me likey. #74 (find those cool roman numerals for the other side of the wall) et complet. Sorta-kinda-maybe.
Now if there were only a way to make a thermostat prettier.