Now, before I go waxing poetic and taking the credit for this idea, I have to give props to my mom for inspiring this piece. Long before it was en vogue to have old, creaky remains of quarantined houses hanging around, my mom collected old curios and proudly displayed them around our house. "Look, kids, I found this old cracker canister half buried by the pond!" My brother and I would roll our eyes and not-so-discreetly make fun of Tootse (as we called my mother) for being soooo "countryful". Anyway, I remember mom coming home with an old window several years ago, and me asking, "Why are you hanging a window on the wall when there's no hole there for it?"
Now that I'm an adult, I've embraced my mother's ability to see a beautiful piece of decor in something that might have been thrown away otherwise. I picked up two old windows last weekend for $24. After spit-shining them a bit (and a very close encounter with a live black widow), I decided to make use of the trillions of photos I've collected. I mounted three 5x7 pictures on scrapbook paper with a glue stick, then used invisible tape to stick them to the backside of the glass. Blake installed the appropriate hanging hardware (glad he's handy like that), and then hung my masterpiece in our bedroom. I do know this: he had to find studs for the nails holding the frame, 'cause that thing is HEAVY. I love that's it's already perfectly distressed. No faux destruction necessary.
The second window will be adorning the man-cave shortly. Blake hasn't hung it yet, but I used the same concept, except went with an old Chevy theme.
Simple, cheap, and cute. Just my style.
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