My husband finally has something to call his own in our apartment!
After a lot of legwork involving a tiny Milwaukee antique shop with odd hours and a disconnected phone, a note left on their front door, my dad and his truck, Santa finally delivered this vintage Cuban sign to our home on December 25th. And… it was actually on the wall by the 26th!
Here is the before. A few weeks ago I hung a Nigerian tapestry we received as a gift from my father-in-law. It has hung in every apartment we’ve had for the last few years and I don’t want to cut it up for sewing (imagine the pillows!), so in order to restrain myself, I needed to get it on the wall. A few friends told me it looked a little college dorm-ish but it stayed. Until now.
The sign was big enough to fit the same space. Riddled with bullet holes from the revolution (we presumed this of course, along with an entire back story regarding the seizing of a hotel), it has a wooden frame and is very light. Per usual, no measuring went on and we kind of went blindly. I knew immediately that the sign was placed too high but was shot down when I offered my opinion; as you can see, I was right…
Rehanging was not going to happen. If you have dealt with plaster walls, you know it is difficult to bang even a tiny nail into the wall and we had used large ugly screws, further marring the surface. That sign was staying in its place, no matter what. For a quick fix, we took thrifted metal baskets that I spray painted orange (the original picture of them pre-painting is here) a few weeks back and hung them. We added a plant perched atop our Christmas-gifted books to balance out the space and direct the eye upward.
Husband dearest is very happy with his Christmas gift. So am I.