When you used to move around as much as we did (Vic, please make note of my pervasive use of the past-tense in this sentence), you couldn’t really personalize your house that much.
Since pictures of your family are what make your house your home, we never had any up. Why? Because we’d inevitably be selling within a couple of years and the first thing to have to come down were the family photos.
Hard for someone to imagine a house as their very own when they look around and see YOUR smiling mug, eh?
Being a photographer, however, I still took lots. And the landscape and structure stuff definitely went up. But the 10,000 images of Vic playing rugby stayed in albums.
Anyway, when it finally sunk in that we’d probably be staying in this house for a long, long (long) time (yay!), I started – hesitantly – to put up some of my photographs.
This is the wall in our living room – that useless room that most houses have (am I right?).
I started with just a few – simple black and whites with white mats and black frames.
They don’t match, but it’s a cohesive unit because of the frames.
I have my dad looking all cowboy-ish. One of my mom’s hands holding Aidan’s little fake-tattooed arm.
A series of 6 portraits I took on Aidan’s 5th birthday. Vic playing rugby. Aidan kissing my pregnant belly. A storyboard of Ava in an aluminum tub.
It’s not done yet – by a long shot – so it’s a fun ongoing project.
I started with a base and I just keep adding to it. It helps make our house …our home.
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