One morning this week, I finally decided to kill two birds with one stone (no actual animals were hurt 😉 ) and proceeded to “write” on my walls while giving my body a workout (gym equipment = ladder and squeegee). The hubby had been amply warned (“Honey, I plan to put these up on the walls, okay?”) and I knew–in the way that spouses who live together long enough can read each other’s minds–that he was nervous about the possibility of our home turning into a large scrapbook layout, so with total consideration I embarked on my plan while he was at the office. Mwahaha.
My arms still hurt till today (let me tell ya, it’s not as easy as it looks to scrub typography on your walls, especially if your walls have texture! 😆 ) but I got a total kick out of the reactions of my boys, so it was all worth it!
A couple of soundbytes from the fam:
Son No. 1 (coming home from class at univ): Mom! Did you just paint words on our walls?
Son No. 2 (coming home from school): Mom! Mom! Did you just write on our walls? This is so cool! (yes, he is thirteen).
Son No. 3 (looking up at the graffiti in our bedroom): I can’t read connected letters. What does that say?
Son No. 4 (also looking at the graffiti in our bedroom): What’s that black thing?
Son No. 5 (also looking at the graffiti in our bedroom): Ha. Ha. Ha.
Hubby (entering our bedroom and looking up): Relax. Ha!
(Uhm. I’ll take that to mean he approves 😉 )
Just today, the hubby told me this one is his favorite. (Yes! He does approve!) It’s at the foyer, right by our front door:
This one is in our main gathering place in the home (yes, we are big on meals 😉 ):
This one is in my craft room which doubles as our guest room (anyone wants to sleep over? 😆 )
And this one is my favorite, especially because when I’ve been working all day on my compy and I lean back to rest my eyes, this is what I see. Mmmm. (It’s also what you see when you first enter our bedroom–how’s that for reminding you about what it’s all about, huh?)
The best part about it? I love the idea that when I say “Read the writing on the walls, buddy” — I can actually mean it literally. 😆
(And yes, my son did say “Our home looks like a scrapbook, mom!” Hahaha!)