A few weeks ago, I slipped down our stairs. I had fuzzy socks on, too many things in my hands, wasn't paying enough attention, etc. But it scared the bejeezus out of me.
I am a consummate klutz--crashing down spectacularly is nothing new to me. This time though, somewhere on the way down, the thought "I hope Sweet Husband can find another wife who loves chickens," flashed through my brain.
It wasn't helped by the fact that I took about a half-dozen little frames from our photo wall with me. So, as I was laying at the bottom of the stairs trying to figure out if all my appendages were still attached, glass was crashing down on my head. Not fun at all.
Before my bruises had even become visible (Shout out to Battlestar fans: I have one that looks like the Eye of Jupiter. I won't tell you where, but do you think it means I have a "special destiny"?), I had devised a plan to revamp the wall, this time with no glass.
Taking my inspiration from here, I pulled down the frames and the nails they were hanging by. Then I put about a hundred little screw hooks in their place. A bulk box of bulldog clips finished the project off.
I think I like it. It's a bit more wonky than the frames, but if I fall into one, at worst, it will just rip the picture and maybe scratch a little. I also think it's more flexible than the frames were. If I get bored with the pictures I could clip up bits of poems, pretty fabric swatches....all sorts of silly stuff.