I haven't mopped my floors since this whole thing started. There's nothing I won't do for Moulding Month!!
Today, let's get crazy in here. Because in our world, we can do whatever we want.
Please picture me with my Bob Ross wig, and I've got my palette and paintbrush out. Oh, there we go.
Bob knows where it's at. Dang he's good.
So, behold my crazy hallway. I like to think of this hallway as the part of my home that somewhat resembles the Winchester Mystery House. (Have you been there? It's on my to-do list in a big, big way.)
There is no purpose for this hallway. And yet, there it is. I like it. I like strange things.
Anyway, for 4 years it has had. . . this. . . here. 4 itty bitty silhouettes of my buttmunches. Are silhouettes even in style anymore? I don't care 'cause I think they are so bodacious. The thing is--
I don't do small in this house. Everything should be big: wall art, photos, servings of french fries, cookies, time spent in the shower-- everything should be big.
Voila. Bigger. Better.
We could talk about the easy way I do silhouettes with my camera, but this isn't 31 days of silhouettes, so let's get on with where the moulding comes in.
I've wanted to use these little bad boys for a while, now.
We'll talk about them again, soon.
I thought this would be cool, vintage-y, and different.
And I took a step back, paused, framed with thumb and forefinger, paused to let the tension mount. . .
Well, as Bob Ross liked to say, it's not a mistake. It's a happy little accident.
Maybe some paint on the inside?
I don't know that I love love it, but it's definitely bigger. It's definitely different. And I finally remembered to shut the bathroom door in this final shot, so virtual butt pat for me, everybody.