Prior to cutting the living crap out of my wall,
it looked like this.
You know, for Christmas. I needed somewhere to hang my Christmas Card Holder Dealy-o.
(Ahem, send me a Christmas card, would ya? So I can look/feel like less of a looo-ser?)
Now, on a normal, daily basis, this blah wall would look like so.
And I have really loved that print; truly I have. It was so fun to walk past, read it, and say
"Il Est Vraiment Bon."
"Il Est. . . vraimentbon."
In ze best frensh. Hawhaw (Pepé LePew laugh).
Seriously, I'm a little sad that it now has no place in the kitchen. Really. Sniffle.
Even if those freaky looking french kids were going to climb out of the frame one day and slaughter us all in our sleep. You can see it in his eyes, can'tcha?
See, "Operation Spice Shelves" has begun.
And there's no going back now, man.
Used this mother trucker:
to make way for some inset shelves.
Will molding be used?
Is chocolate delicious??