Yeah, I've already changed up the mental. Sheesh. MANTLE. Mantle. Sorry.
I don't know what to say, except I just get bored easily. And it's been fun to keep shopping my house.
I'm tellin' you, the only things not getting moved around is the furniture. But you never know. Table in the living room? Piano in the kitchen? It could happen.
Plus, I just had to have a "school" mantle change up. Why? I'll tell you why. . .
it's because I made the WORLD'S BIGGEST PENCIL.
(psst: I have two. One is here:
and the other was just sitting there. Waiting for me to decorate with it. And scratch my
And plus? Plus, I've had this picture I've been meaning to use of my boys forEVER, and I thought this might be a great combo.
Made a rustic frame out of a cedar fence slat,
and I even left the more "rugged" parts face up. I'm a rebel.
OH YEAH. I love this picture. It's so "Marty McFly". Except my kids cannot skateboard at all. Still like the picture.
Ginormous pencil and the little bike finished it up. And I liked it. I really, really liked it.
And then it's been up for less than 24 hours, and you're only out in the garage for like 30 minutes, and somehow while you're out there, all heck breaks loose, and you come back inside, and kids have multiplied in your house like gremlins, and they're screaming and yelling and banging things and running through the house, and your entire mantle-scape is on the ground.
And your picture frame is in pieces, and your bike is all bent up.
So you freak out on your kids (and all those other kids who aren't your kids), and you fit your frame back together, and you sit it up on the mantle. And while you bend the bike back into shape, the frame falls on your head and breaks completely.
I'm not going to tell you what word I screamed.
It ends in "it".
And you know that's going home with all the neighbor kids completely out of context, and now no one's allowed at the house anymore.
And now, the mantle looks like this.
But this is good, too. Whatever.