I'd like to fill you in on a little somethin'. This was a previous brainstorm. A scrapped project. A discard, if you will.
It was for the CWTS olympics,
"Decoupage Level", to be exact. And we know what I eventually went for:
But back to this original idea. ..
See, it all started with this little picture from PB:
I am drawn to this. No pun intended. Not so much for the the "architectural fragment art" for $300, but more, the drawings (or, "drarings", depending on what part of the country you're from) on the wall.
Yes, I like this architectural-plans-as-art idea.
You know, like that totally awesome chalkboard wall on "90 Days of Summer"?
"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"I think so Brain, but burlap chafes me so."
(please say you watched and enjoyed that show.)
I began scanning in the Daddy-o's plans, since's he's got thee motherload.
And they each mean something spee-ecial.
So, where did they end up?
THE MAN CAVE. (echoing, booming voice.)
As I've worked on some crap in the gay-rage, I've had plans flipping and flying in the wind. It's been quite obnoxious. And if you know me, then you know I'm having a hard enough time using the drill and keeping my pants up in the back without the added confusion of le flying papiers. The Daddy-o just so happened to have a gargantuan (magnetic!) dry erase board on hand. . .
That's the Daddy-o. If he doesn't have it, they don't make it. I would also like to point out the most-likely reaction my parents have when I come over for stuff:
"MANDI'S COMING! HIDE THE LUMBER! AND THE TOOLS! AND THE CHOCOLATES! AND THE BOOZE!"
Everything but the booze.
I'm feeling just a tad on the shmoozer side lately.
But I digress. I hung my shmoozed dry erase board vertically, directly on the wall with a french cleat, and then I framed this bad boy in with some choice molding.
And the world was indefinitely better because of it.
Pinned up my scanned in plans on one side:
and left the other side clear for a scribble of my own ideas/plans/measurements/obscenities. You know, maybe sumthin' like so.
And the gay-rage is now one teensy tiny step closer to being thee ultimate MAN(DI) CAVE.
On a sidenote, this is my BFF growing up's hubby's man-cave:
I shan't go that far, but I can certainly enjoy this ingenious design.