Remember the vintage wallpaper I showed you last week? Well I went ahead and finally made a cut in it.
That’s the hardest part for me, when I find something that is pretty unique like that.
Making that first cut. Or first stroke of the paintbrush. Or whatever.
What if I were to think of something after that would have been a cooler use for it?
Or what if I screw up the cut and render it totally unusable?
It’s not like I can get more of the exact same thing. I may never see another just like it in my entire lifetime, much less find it at the curb for free.
Worse yet, what if I finally get around to repurposing something, then someone, somewhere, tells me it was rare and valuable and should have been preserved in it’s original state. Like on Antique Roadshow when the expert says '”if only you hadn’t painted this piece it would be worth thousands of dollars. But now that you ruined it, you’ll be lucky to get a hundred bucks for it”. (shudder)
Let’s make a deal right now.
tell me that, ok?
I’d just rather not know.
So am I the only one paralyzed with crazy fears like this?
To the point that the pieces I deem “special finds” sit stored away for months (even years) until the day comes I finally muster up the courage to
ruin remake it into the masterpiece I envision it can be.
Or even just one day come to wonder what I thought was so special about it in the first place, and throw it back to the curb after all because the moment has passed.
It no longer speaks to me.
I should have acted on the moment, when I was inspired in the first place.
Regret is a 4 letter word.
Oh quit counting, I didn’t mean it really had 4 letters….
Just, well, you know.
Most likely this is a classic symptom of a certified hoarder, a delusional justification for keeping loads of junk piled up everywhere, because it’s precious and irreplaceable.
If it is, please don’t tell me that either.
I refuse to Google it.
Ok, enough of the deep morning introspection.
Back to that wallpaper.
I finally made the cut.
It just so happens I had a window without glass that was the perfect size for this paper.
And I had already sanded and sealed the chippy paint ages ago, thinking I was going to hang it somewhere.
But didn’t get to it, and left it sitting in the office. Along with the 2 rolls of wallpaper.
A piece of wallpaper, and a window,
add a couple pieces of cardboard,
some Gorilla tape (pure overkill)
and then some regular duct tape when I came to my senses and stopped wasting the really GOOD gorilla tape (which came from this very cool Gorilla kit I won from Gail’s giveaway),
The tape secured first the paper to the cardboard, then the cardboard to the back of the window frame.
Put it all together and it becomes this masterpiece……..
OK, well, not really a masterpiece; I’m not even sure I like it, but the important part is the paralysis is broken and I used that darned paper for SOMETHING.
It’s now hanging in the guest bathroom.
It’s a start.
Oh, and I can’t forget a shout out to my friend Anita, from Going a Little Coastal, for showing the duct taped framing trick in the first place.
It really was a breeze to do!
Gotta go now,