Crates, Crates, Crates

I love crates. And I’m not afraid to say it. I LOVE CRATES.

Fortunately for me, I have a mom who gets me, I mean really gets me. She has been picking up crates here and there because she knows how much I like ’em. Crates are everywhere and I love the way they look in my home. Functional and rustic. Whalah!

I had four that used to be on a wall of the den. Once upon a time they served a purpose and I liked them there. Now, notsomuchthanks.

This room clearly became a dumping ground for all unwanted items, sorry Elway. And since we have french doors to this room, I could see everything. CONSTANTLY. It really became a thorn in my side, so I fixed that over the long weekend.

Buhhh bye crates.

They were gonna mosey on over to another wall in the same room. I think the crates started to complain, so I told them to shove it! Before I started reattaching them again, I tried configuring them on the floor.

Natch. The whole “planning” thing doesn’t really work for me when it comes to arrangements like this and the gallery wall in my studio. I don’t understand why, I plan everything else. I guess I’m an anomaly and I’ll just have to settle for that, please don’t call me a hypocrite. I said anomaly. Enough!

So like I said the preplanning doesn’t work for me when it comes to things like this so I just start throwing things at walls and hope it sticks. Luckily, it all worked out the first time which is usually the way it goes.

Crates, meet your new wall. You’re welcome.

I love this little nook now. I think Annie said it best, “I think I’m gonna like it here.” (Picture me singing that repeatedly as I put in the last screws.)

Raging success.