Both my kids kill a tree,
on a daily basis at school. I'm tellin' ya.
And I'm such a nice mommy-- when they turn their backs, I chuck it all. I can't help it: if I kept every little something they made or worked on, I'd have to devote a room to just school/artwork.
And so, like everyone else in bloggity-blog world, I knew I needed a wall just for the kiddos favorite work.
It might be the only dag-gammed wall undecorated left in the house, but let's just keep that between you and me.
My pants would be on fire if I said I was gonna keep it all.
But seriously, I've had this plan for months. Hello? 5 minutes here: slap down some vinyl, put up a couple nails and some jute string, bust out some clothes pins, and call 'er done. Took months to get on top of that?
Yeah, I said "nails" and "jute". I'm classy like that. Also, we eat dinner on a mattress on the floor, there's a busted-A pinto on cinder blocks in the front yard, and we're naming our next kid Cletus, just like his older brother.
I want you to know that this quote seemed sooo good in my head, at the time.
And also, that the boys tried to outdo each other by pinning up their own "Principal's Pride" awards. But we don't have a competition problem in this house. At all.
So, I thought I was done.
But I would be oh-so-wrong.
See, I perused Ana White's Catalog again. It was like a tractor beam. Sucked me right in.
And while I was looking for something completely and utterly different, instead I was saving things like this:
on my to-do list. For the tree I don't have to hang it from.
And then I saw a better idea for all this crafty crap my kids bring home:
her super-dee-duper, easy clip art rails. She used furring strips? Well, I'll be derned, I've got some of thems in the gay-rage.
Now, we are done, here. Bring on the schoolwork, boys. I can take it.