Robb and I had an ongoing debate.
I believed one neither needed to be an engineer nor a carpenter to hang pictures on her wall.
He disagreed. Every hanging project involved complex tools, levels, lasers, brackets, and nails in excess.
I assured him that I had spent a good many years of my life pounding nails into the wall without any consequence, with only the fruit of charming decorating.
He asserted that a studfinder was essential, and then he always guided the studfinder to in fact find him, The Stud.
Last night, I decided to hang some paintings I bought at a street market. Frankly, I delighted in the willy-nilly nonsense of my picture hanging algorithm. I eyeball it, I pound a nail, and it works.
Lovely. Simply lovely.
And then I heard Tucker's voice from downstairs.
"Mommy, is that you hammering? Please don't pound nails into the wall. I really hope that's not what you're doing."
Oh, for crying out loud.
I'm glad my husband isn't the only one who uses the stud finder in that manner.
I once hung a decent sized piece of artwork on a friend's wall... with her... and another friend. Lots of eyeballing and lots of nail holes to get it all mostly straight. We had a blast, laughing the whole time. We once again broke into laughter, when we heard of her husband's incredulous reaction to our lack of skill when much later saw the holes!
I'm more of an "eyeball" it kinda girl and pound away.
I am married to an engineer. I don't buy wall hangings on a whim. Enough said.
That is just too cute!
Hahahaha! Oh, for crying out loud is right, but it's just too funny. You can't escape it!
All I need is a hammer, a nail and a piece of scotch tape and I'm good. Corey, on the other hand, is like Robb.