Putting a nail into a pristine, pure white wall is not for the faint hearted. There's much umming and aahing to be done before the first blow of the hammer.
I did a lot of holding things up on the wall and tilting my head, but not much hammering. I did however, manage to put up this set of plates.
They were all part of Motherwell's bounty, apart from the large brass plate, which is the one I bought last weekend for $1 at Mt Mee.
I then moved onto the bathroom and put up my sconce and an antique butterfly print I've had forever.
It's not an overly bold statement, but it's something. Don't worry about the laundry basket, I've got my people on the ground looking for a more suitable one.
I still have lots to put up on the walls including this set of seagulls. They're new. I bought them on Ebay. I love them. Most people wouldn't, I suppose. The originals are sold for hundreds of dollars now. I saw a set of ducks at Paddo Antiques for $480. In our house, expensive or not, it all smashes to pieces once it's dropped on the floor.
I did a bit of moving around in the other bathroom too. I swapped a fold out desk we were using for storage for an old bone handled chest of drawers.
The drawers are very happy in the bathroom.
And the desk is enjoying the company of the mannequin.
Teddy is such a messy eater that I put his bowl out on the verandah, which only served to attract these. Look at them pigging out like they're at a wedding buffet. I'm not sure who or what is responsible for the food being on the outside of the bowl.
This fellow has been making himself completely at home. He perched himself on our railing a few weeks ago and sung us a song. It was specifically for us. He eyeballed us and let loose. Of course, we couldn't understand a word he was saying.
I wonder if he is the one that crashed into our pool fence, that I took to the vet. Or maybe he is the spouse of that one? Either way, he's definitely under the impression he knows us. This is him sitting under our dining room table.
On a recent trip to one of our fair city's public gardens, I couldn't help but pinch a bit of this. It's the sort of thing old lady's would have growing in their garden. I don't know what it's called, but I'm going to plant some here.
It will be very spiffy with our front door.