Velcroing things to my walls.
I have, on two separate occasions, taken a dry wall screw, a hammer, a heavy piece of art work and ruined a wall. (If you realize what that combination means, you just cringed. If you don’t know what that means, welcome to my world before taking the first whap…The first time.)
It’s really no surprise, I lack patience. When I want something done, I want it done NOW. And if “now” means during nap time when I get a wild hair up my ass, then so be it.
Thankfully, for the health of SuperHub’s heart, I’ve learned over the years to respect dry wall. And plaster. And heavy frames.
I happened upon these tiny Velcro™ wonders while attempting to hang a holiday wreath once upon a time. I was skeptical that glorified plastic teeth could support wall art, frames and the horribly gawdy glass beaded wreath I insisted on hanging on the front of our house.
But they did.
And I learned.
When we moved, I did an entire photo wall going up my staircase in one afternoon. No nail holes meant a giddy hubby and I can change my mind whenever the wild hair returns.
This morning, after too much coffee, I hung it in three minutes.
And this is how I did it: Open, separate, pair-up, peel, stick, peel, level, push.
No hammer (or dry wall screw) required.