The Wall

It's been on the list for nearly 10 years.  And, yes, it was a different kind of list then--have-to-do sorts of things.  Today the pictures came down.

Left Side

Right Side

 A whole wall of memories, the composite heart-throbs and highly admired from 1997 through college, my daughter's picto-memory-graph.

Blue Goo

On the non-practical side, this wall of chosen photos has become sacred is some way, part of a life it seems.

But she's not lived at home for years.  Guests attempt to get some sleep here with all those wildly famous people. For many reasons it feels like it's time for a new wall.

The practical side (my hubby would say of me that there always has to be a practical side) is that the poster putty gets imbedded in the textures of the wall.  A scraper tool just makes a bigger mess.  The idea of a whole wall of blue polka dots was daunting at best.  Hard to move into such a challenge.

But today determination got the better of me.  What I discovered was that the enemy, poster putty, was also the friend.  A small ball of the stuff rolled, rubbed, and repeated pressed over a blue smudge removed it entirely as you can see at the right.  Hope fueled the project which still took considerable time, estimating that there were approximately 500 little glops of putty on that wall.


I wish she had been here to reflect with me.  Honesty requires that I also wish she had been here for the reason that 500 rolls-rubbs-presses causes very sore fingers.  The fingers will heal.  The memories will live on and be part the Things I get to do today for a long time to come.