Yes, I admit it. I messed up.

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Imessed up.

Yup,I said it. I completely messed up. No one to blame but myself.
Sowhat did I do? What’s the big deal?

Iam in the process of turning my house into a home. I believe that part ofmaking a home a more personal space is putting up wall décor that reflects yourpersonal interests or style. This weekend I decided to tackle the wall art inthe kitchen. I had gone shopping and happened across some pictures that I likedand I thought I could hang them up myself. I mean, who can’t hang a picture{this girl, that’s who}.
SoI take out my husband’s tools and get to work measuring exactly where I want tohang my pictures. I knew I wanted them in the center of the wall, at eye level,and out of the reach of my small children who feel the need to touchEVERYTHING! I marked the wall and got to work.
Itook out the little nail and picture hanging thingamabob and hammered away.After my picture was hung my husband breezes by and tells me that what I didwon’t work, because he can see the nail above the picture. Shoot! Okay, secondtime is the charm right?
Myhubby informs me that I will need to drill a hole in the wall and then use ascrew to hang the pictures. So I remove the nail and picture hangingthingamabob and drill some holes and use some screws to hang my pictures. Theylooked great! 

 Wellsince I was on such a fabulous role, I decided that I would go ahead and hangmy other pictures in the kitchen {there were two other ones that I was debatingabout}. Since I had the screwdriver and screws already out I decided to justkeep on going with that.

Imeasured the wall where I wanted the pictures to hand and I drilled a hole.Felt a wee bit of resistance, but just assumed it was  a 2x4 I was drilling into. After all therewas nothing else on this wall or behind it (no electrical, no water outlet,nothing)… or so I thought.
Iwent to hang my picture and realized that I made my hole too high. The wirethat I would use to hang my picture was several inches lower than I thought andI wanted my picture to be at the same height as the other pictures in the room.So I went back and drilled a second hole {yes, I did this not once but twice} alittle father down. I hung up both the pictures and went to go get my husbandto look at my handy work.
Wemust have passed each other because I did a full circle of the house withoutrunning into him and the next thing I know I am standing in the kitchen and thepicture is OFF the wall and there is water running down the wall that I hadhung my picture on. It was not a 2x4 that I drilled into. Nope, it was thewater pipe that drains the water from the upstairs bathroom. Great… just great.    Myhusband was not impressed withmy picture hanging ability. In fact he was quite displeased with my handy work.Needless to say I am banned from trying to be handy on myown. I need adult supervision when working power tools. The sad thing is that Ireally like power tools.

I am thankfully able to laugh at myself and not take thishiccup to heart. Everyone messes up, yes… even me.
  
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