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A picture on the wall...

In our tiny apartment here in Midvale I had been feeling as if it were missing something. I couldn't figure out what it was though, I had my husband, my kitchen put together and my bed set. When we received our pictures back from our wedding I knew that is what was missing... Pictures on the wall! I could hardly wait to get nails and make Spencer help make hang them up. I kid you not it was like Christmas Eve when I opened the box of nails and marked up the walls on how I wanted  the pictures hung up.

We don't have very many walls to hang up pictures, but I tried to use my space wisely. It felt so nice to hang up pictures and make our 620 sq. foot apartment feel more like a home. "Home is where you story begins" why not tell a story with pictures on the wall? Not that we have many visitors, but for me, the story I want to tell is the love I feel when I come home from a long day at work and my husband is there. Cheesy, yes I know, but I am a newly wed so it's okay.

Do you want to see? Well of course you do, so let's take a 5 second tour!







See... doesn't that make it seem more like a home? The plain eggshell walls were so, what's the word I'm looking for... ugly. Just having a few pictures hung up has made me one happy girl and it feels wonderful!
I am still working on making things and especially since Christmas is coming. Spencer hates it but I am making sure we have glittery things everywhere and I am putting up decorations, but that's the next blog. Stay tuned for cheap decorations, because what newly wed has money to go buy things for decorating for every holiday?

Go forth and do my friends!

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