Apparently I used the wrong kind of wall plugs... the wrong screws... the wrong everything. But I don't care. Because they look neat AND they haven't fallen down yet. I'll worry about using the right plugs when I come home from work and there's broken glass, rice and pasta strewn across the floor.
Plus, it's a handy spot to keep my cookbooks! ....of which I keep buying more, and more, and more... and more....
Of course, it wouldn't fit in my buldging suitcase on the way home, so it had to wait for my parents to come over. Fine by me! Because, as you can see, my Dad was hard at work...
Dad popped it on the wall and we put the vase full of my 25p stones from what used to be Au Naturale [and now I forget it's name!] and the 25p sparkly stick things from what was The Pier, the last day of it's going out of business sale.... and I think it looks rather nice. Fits perfectly in with the cheapy duckegg 'chandelier' from Argos.... almost looks classy!
Mum said it was like love at first sight; they were walking down the beach when her and Mom Agnes saw something fluttering in the wind. Closer inspection revealed a hand stitched bedspread. The colours are so vibrant and gorgeous; the gold really stands out beautifully.
The design and technique is so intricate. You can really tell a lot of time and effort was put into making it.
