I'm happy to report,
that my photo booth wall is done, baby.
And my crotch of a stairwell?
Looking a lot less crotch-y.
So, do ya wanna know how I did mine?
Oh. Did you wanna know more?
Well, I'll tell you anyways.
Spray adhesive. Plywood. Trim. Super short brad nails.
Yep-- I ordered 8x12's from Costco (about $1, by the by-- I could have gotten them cheaper on the interwebs if I didn't always have ants in my pants and didn't have to have them now! Now! NOW!)
Plywood is again here to save the day--I ripped some scraps to one inch larger than my photos. Man, I love plywood. Yes, I think I will marry it. Remember what I said before: everyone should have plywood laying around for just such emergencies.
Spray adheseeeve and then some thin and purty trim on the sides and between each photo secured by my trusty nailgun and shortest nails possible, and we are ready to rock.
I didn't even 45 my trim. Pretty darn lazy, here.
Allow me to share my secret, crabby-patty formula on how to properly space your photo booth wall as they ascend the stairs:
Finding the trajectory of my chair molding, I measured 8 inches above and drew a parallel line. And then, I divided the width of my wall by the square root of the fluctuations in the metaphasic impulse engine, equalized the inverted warp sensor, and then multiplied all that by 4.
Sorry. I've watched waaaay too much Star Trek lately.
And then, I still got it wrong. Hello? Um, I have 4 kids? And somehow I have 5 lines. Who is this mysterious 5th child?
And then I just screw it all and put them up all wrong.
And I don't care. Because I'm not a perfectionist. I'm sloppy. And I still love this darn wall.