We will have been in our house for 4 years come June, and the dining room walls are still blank. We have oil portraits of unhappy-looking almost relatives (by marriage) of Tom's that currently rest on a small Morroccan table in the corner. I sometimes put plates on the sideboard for decoration but am mostly afraid of boys, balls and earthquakes.
I have pieced together all of the scraps of material I considered using as the drapes or tablecloth in the room. I thought I might make them a mural. But my ideas for the room were all over the place and together they made me uncomfortable. I thought maybe I'd learn to weld and weld together cutlery that doesn't match but that we keep anyway. And we'd laugh when Tom or I would say, "Use your fork!" And George, Cole or Adeline would say "Which one?" and point to the ridiculous wall art. But we don't have enough random cutlery to make it a big enough piece. Five forks, a stray knife and a random spoon is not a particularly strong statement. When you start buying cutlery to create such a piece... well, it just seems sad.
I also considered using Tom's childhood rubber band collection. It's in an old canvas draw-string bag from the 70s, and it mysteriously survived all these decades. Tom emptied it out on the floor with great enthusiasm one day, and the children tried their best to be encouraging. It is colorful and definitely weird, but now it sits among their toys in one of the play drawers, untouched. I have thought of putting it on a funky pedestal or making a design on canvas with it. But I'm a little nervous that some of the very old rubber bands might break, and who could handle the wrath of a husband should his rubber bands break?
Last week I thought I wanted a beautiful painting of a persimmon. If I could find something to go on the wall that is as beautiful as this persimmon (I thought last week at Berkeley Bowl), that would be good. It needs to be as happy making as a persimmon but not a persimmon unless it's an extraordinary persimmon.... if you know what I mean.
Tom dreamt of hanging a painting of a Clyde Lines Ship "The Iroquois" by Antonio Jacobsen. But then he inquired with a Marine Arts gallery about the price. Now he's rooting for words or thoughts of interest that we add with stencils as inspired.
Canvases were on sale so I bought 2. They're in the dining room awaiting a medium while I await yet more inspiration. I have a feeling this could go on for a very, very long time which, honestly, is kind of interesting.

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