Bedroom upgrade

A Christmas gift from my parents has got me thinking about size.  That’s right: this post is about size in the bedroom — insert joke here.  So many to choose from!  But seriously, folks, having things be The Right Size For The Space is key.

Earlier this year, D and I replaced our queen bed with a king.  We were getting ready for the arrival of the twins and needed (a) more under-bed storage for clothes, as the room where D kept his clothes was slated to become the nursery, and (2) enough room in the bed for a family of five (us) to pile on and, for example, open Christmas stockings together.

Christmas morning family selfie.  Photo credit: D.

Upgrading to a king bed involved a new bed frame, a new mattress and mattress pad, new sheets, a new duvet and duvet cover, new bedside tables (the old ones no longer fit), and new lamps (wall-mounted in order to maximize utility of the smaller bedside tables).  It was a big project and, for us, expensive.

What we didn’t buy: new pillows.  The old ones were perfectly functional, and spending yet more money just to upgrade to king size pillows seemed extravagant.

King bed with standard pillows

I bet you can see where I’m going here.  My thoughtful parents gave us king size pillows, pillow protectors, and pillow cases for Christmas.  Are you ready to see the Big Difference?

King bed with king pillows

So much better!  So. Much.  Better.  Pillows that are The Right Size For The Space improve the look of the whole bed, right?  Thanks, Mom and Dad!

Cork Strip Art Wall

Long before their small motor skills are minimally developed, kids in daycare bring home a lot of art.  A lot.  Of art.  And by art, I mean concoctions of construction paper, glitter, popsicle sticks, marker, glue, paint, yarn, crayon, rips, and tape that sometimes defy description by even the artists themselves.  (We could have a whole discussion, of course, about whether any artist is truly qualified to describe her own work, but that is BSTB – Beyond the Scope of This Blog.)

Art wall, take 1:

What does a loving parent do with all of this treasure?  Well, this one tried a few different strategies, and the second to last strategy was a kid art wall.  Husband D is a little twitchy about tape on the interior walls (as I discovered the first Holiday season during which we cohabited, when I scotch taped all the cards we received to a door frame and he had a verrry quiet conniption.  Now I use painter’s tape.  Much better.), so I surfed Pinterest (briefly — I am a bad Pinterester) and eventually settled for stringing wires on the wall and clipping the projects to them.  The available wall was mostly vertical, however, so I did something I hadn’t seen on Pinterest: I mounted the wires vertically (with Command hooks at the top and bottom).  It ended up looking like this.

Art Wall, take 1, with wire. Feb 2016.  I know, the Command hooks are out of frame.  If I could turn back time . . .

Cute, right?

I might have known, however, that craftier Pinteresters than I had rejected this system for a reason.  My smug sense of self-satisfaction faded over the subsequent months, when the wires occasionally but persistently failed to actually stay on the wall.  I came to realize that the Command adhesive (in the size hooks I used — no offense, adhesive monolith 3M) was insufficiently strong at the key points.  Sometimes the wall’s failure was exacerbated by the dog’s tail’s hitting the whole setup as she trotted by.  Thanks for nothing, dog.

I made this gif with GIPHY. Never did that before.

Art wall, take 2:

The next and final version of the art wall involved these cork strips and this Gorilla tape.  (Sorry, honey. I love you.)  I lined the cork strips up vertically end to end, trimmed the two at the bottom (This involved a cleaver. It wasn’t pretty. Did I mention that I am really not that crafty?), taped the ends of each strip to the wall et voila!  Art wall!  I then mounted the art on the cork with clear plastic push pins.

Et voila! That’s the sum total of my French.
Family Portrait by M, age 4. Crayon on paper.

EDIT:  M saw her family portrait on the wall and chided, “It’s upside down!”  Of course it is.  Sorry, M.  Here’s the corrected image, which does actually make more sense.

Right side up.