This is not a post about frames.
I repeat, this is not a post about frames - despite the title and the first photos.
I was "commissioned" by a friend to help with photos at her son's wedding reception/open house. I went to church with her until she and her family moved away last year, but since they still have family and tons of friends in this area, they planned an open house here for just after the wedding and reception. She needed help with decorations, setting up, the cake, and photos. She also wanted a photo booth set up, and that's where my "expertise" came in. As you know, I'm no good with cakes, so we left that to my sister in law. My sister is an artist/photographer, so most of the photography was in her hands. I helped making centerpieces and setting up, but I also did a bunch of stuff for the photo booth. I'll share more about that a little later, but first up, these frames:
because although this isn't a post about frames, they are crucial to the story.
I spray painted frames. Spray paint and I have a long history together. I hated it. I loved it. I made mistakes that turned out pretty cool. So I decided to return the old standby for this project.
I scored some FREE art (yes free!) at a rummage sale with these giant frames. There are actually 8 frames total, and to match the wedding colors, I painted some lavender ish and one lime green ish. That one had me worried. I painted it once and it wasn't quite right, so painted over it which was worse, then painted it lightly again with the first color and suddenly it was perfect. So it was a totally custom spray paint color, a la me. I also did a silver one, a black one, left one wooden and one white one which I don't recommend doing if your backdrop is also white - ahem.
More info about the photo booth itself later on.
Now, to the real point of this post.
Bad art. Due to the frames I needed and received (for free!) I became the proud owner of some pretty awesome bad art. The kind of bad art you can't even turn into something cool.
I was taking the frames apart for painting purposes when Zoe wandered into the garage.
"What are you going to do with those?" She asked, pointing at the, ahem, ART.
"Throw them in the garbage." I said without even thinking.
GASP!! "You can't do that!!!" She exclaimed, "THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL!"
And then she rescued them.
Later, in her bedroom, I saw them on display:
With some of her more "beautiful" stuffed animals.
Which left me with some questions.
1. Who decides what is beautiful and what is not? Who decides what will be tossed away in the garbage and what is worth saving? To my "experienced" eyes, these weren't worth keeping even for painting practice, but from a 4 year old perspective they were full of emotion. They had stories. They needed to be seen.
2. What else do I carelessly discard without a second thought? Cards and letters that my daughter has "hoarded" for years have gone into the trash pile, only to be saved again and again with tear-filled eyes. Who am I to say they aren't worth it? Are there other things? People I haven't given a full chance? Someone who needs help that I've walked past without glancing? My own kids when they vie for my attention but I'm "too busy right this second"? What am I discarding without thinking of the actual value?
3. How do I get rid of something horrible and ugly that my child has latched onto with her heart and soul? No, really, this is an honest to goodness question. How can I sneak these out? Will there be irreparable harm done if I do? What have you done in similar situations? Give me some advice. Really.
Because while I love that she sees beauty in nearly everything, I still don't want nearly everything in my house. Know what I mean?
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