Gallery Wall in lieu of kitchen photos

Our basement at the lakehouse has been officially declared ‘the Mancave’.   It has housed many {sweaty} boys this summer and has been sorely neglected—as in, I try my best NOT to ever go down there.

And then there’s the dilemma of where to put all my art and photographs.   This house has no walls, remember?  Open floor plans have their downside.

Since I’m finally starting to ‘nest’ in this house,  I asked Stevie today if it would make him crazy if I started painting the master bedroom.

He said, “Maybe a little.”   {And then later seemed legitimately surprised that I wasn’t painting:)}

So, I decided instead to try to hang every painting and photo in the mancave.

And to my sweet surprise, I almost succeeded.
It doesn’t even look like a mancave anymore, save the cowhide rug.

This is what the powers that be call a gallery wall.    A whole wall of art.

My question for Stevie is this?   Can I paint tomorrow without making you wanna go jump in the lake?  Pretty please?  With s’mores on top?

And lastly, I’m posting this to try to keep you from sending me anymore hate mail about whether I EVER plan to  post pics of the kitchen.

My most treasured internet friends, trust me when I say that I promise you I’m not trying to build suspense here.  It’s still NOT DONE.  I’m mean, it’s close.   And I know you don’t care whether or not the trim is up or the corner shelves are in.  But I really want it to be done before I show you the whole thing.

So please accept this post of the gallery wall as my humble attempt at appeasing you for a week or so.

Kinda like bribing your kids with fruit when they want brownies.

The brownies will be done soon.   At least that’s what I keep hearing!   Thank you so much for your patience and thank you for the oodles of encouragement and kindness you’ve given me.   You are my favorite reason to love this space.

ps. I’m making this and this and this today. Can you say yummy?