Despite having lived in this house for more than two years, I had yet to put anything besides two mirrors up on the wall. The main reason for this was because I didn't want to deal with having to drill holes first and figuring out what wall anchor to use as the walls are lathe and plaster. I'm used to dealing with drywall. Part of the lack of motivation has also been the depression that I've been dealing with as well. It's evident when you look around my home that I haven't put much effort of myself into it.
Well, a couple weeks ago that changed. I got the drill out and started hanging up some pictures. I hung up the canvas Hannah made me for Mother's Day and the picture she made her dad for Father's Day. I hung up a painting my sister had made and another small picture by an artist I love. I hung my favorite Yellena print above the crib. I drove out to the storage locker and got the white shelves that used to hold our camera collection.
I decided they were a little beat up looking, so I went to Home Depot and picked a color I liked and came home and painted the shelves. I hung them up using anchors, but they just didn't seem sturdy enough for all the weight I was piling on them. A quick trip to the hardware store fixed that with some brackets which I spray painted black.
This morning, Ella slept long enough that I could screw the brackets into the shelves and get the whole collection up on the wall. I'm so pleased with how it turned out, even though we have more cameras than space (I need to do a little cleaning and come up with a way to display the few that didn't fit).
I realize that for my own mental health, this was a good project. I feel good looking at something I love and am passionate about on a daily basis. It makes our home feel lived in, like we've put our own stamp on it. I have plans for a gallery wall on the landing upstairs but need to find some time and the vehicle to haul some 8-foot long boards. It'll be my next project.