So with a good stiff shot of milk to strengthen myself I got busy. After doing the first tub and the fringes around it I had filled my sorting table with small frames. The kind that holds 5x7 or smaller. FILLED it.
"My name is Teri and I'm a frame-aholic".
But that's not what is really getting to me. The thing that's making me sigh and run my fingers thru my hair is the incredible pieces of original art we have gotten in our travels.
And I don't have the wall space to display them.
So I am reconsidering what I have on the walls in every room of the house. These just have to be displayed.
What do you think?