It’s normal to itch to decorate a new house. At least, I’d like to think that it is. I have to admit that I went on a shopping spree last year when we moved to this house — furniture, appliances, blinds, curtains, linen, lamps… You name it, I probably bought it. Then, Speedy said, “Stop it already!” He gets nervous about these things, you know? He’s so OLD in that sense, really. By Christmas time, I stopped, but not after I had the dining area wallpapered and the living area repainted. I also took down the bamboo blinds that were so prone to molds and installed curtains in their place. I guess it’s a woman thing — something men can’t seem to understand.
But, like I said, I stopped a week or so before Christmas. The itch was gone, to be honest. The bare walls on the staircase and in the second floor corridor that I had been dying to fill with interesting things were forgotten. There were other and more important expenses to attend to. A car that was literally falling to pieces (although Speedy would never admit that), and Sam graduating from high school and starting college.
It’s been over five months since Christmas, Speedy had taken care of the car problem and Sam is in college. A few nights ago, Speedy was poring over old photos and, chuckling, pointed out how much thinner we used to be. A day later, I was in the supermarket and I saw this lovely picture frame with visible wood grains — so lovely that I had to touch it. But the moment I did, I was immediately disappointed. Plastic. The wood grains were painted. But that got me thinking. Plain wood picture frames with no finishing are quite inexpensive. And my mind wandered to the bare walls…
I’m going to start buying photo frames a few pieces at a time. And I’m going to fill that wall in the corridor with family photos — of Sam and Alex when we could still carry them, of Sam and Alex in school, of Speedy and me some forty pounds ago, of us taken during vacations, family gatherings, flying kites, swimming, playing with the dogs and cats… How long it will take, I have no idea. But I know I won’t start putting up the framed photos until I have enough to fill the wall. That ought to give the stark bare wall a more personal feel instead of hanging strangers’ paintings on it.