So, I have this giant wall. Well, I have five giant, 2-story walls in my house, but today we are going to focus on one particular wall. I’ll never forget the first time I had friends over to our (then) new house, and one of them looked at it said and said, “How are you going to decorate that?”
Uh…well…hmmm…{blank stare}. The things you don’t think about when you are house shopping.
Six years later, I still had the same blank stare. Over the years, I did hang some random candle holders and an iron thingy that I found somewhere for half-off, but I never really liked it. It wasn’t me and it felt like something I just put there to have something to put there…because I did and it was.
After we had our walls painted white, I vowed to not put the random stuff back on the wall. But I did decide that I needed something giant on that giant wall. Maybe giant like the rug I’ve been coveting from Ikea? Sure, giant like that.
Okay, but let’s back up and talk about how this happened. Here’s something you guys need to know about me. I am not afraid of climbing up a ladder. But, I am TERRIFIED of climbing down a ladder. I mean, we are talking freezing up and not being able to move. I got stuck up on that ledge above my front door once, and my husband had to help me down. So, this whole hanging a 7 foot square rug on a 2-story wall above a staircase became a job for Tom.
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