Don't be afraid to make a nail hole. Everyday Tip #20

So, today The Nester gave me the kick in the pants I needed to do something I've been terrified of doing.

What am I so afraid of? I want to do a crazy messy gallery wall in my tiny entryway.

I haven't done it because I'm afraid to make holes in the wall (it all feels so permanent, you see) and I'm too lazy to make a template. In one of the best rants I have ever read about hanging up pictures, she kicks me into shape more effectively than any drill sergeant ever could:
Remember my gallery wall?  I confessed on instagram how many nail holes I filled on this wall.  83.  EIGHTY-THREE NAIL HOLES.  83 Nail holes on one wall and no one came and arrested me and it took me 6 minutes to fill the holes and about 3 minutes to sand them after the filler stuff dried and I left the ones that I was currently using for the wall so I could rehang everything and I totally get that if you have plaster walls you cannot do this but I have drywall so I have no excuses to be afraid of a eensy weesnsy wittle tiny itsy bitsy nailhole or 83 and I have zero regret for making so many holes to visually see my gallery wall even though yes, I knowYoung House Love is brilliant and makes a template for their walls because they are smarter than I am patient and pin holes don’t bother me.  I cannot stress enough how EASY it is to repair, wait, I refuse to even use the word repair because that sounds like something is broken–it’s so EASY to fill a nail hole.  A nail hole doesn’t represent something broken that needs to be repaired, it represents opportunity and just about the lowest entry level risk taking possible in life besides getting no whip on your coffee or something.

And on another post, she, um, nails it. (I apologize for the pun.)
Why don’t we see decorating our home {or buying new makeup} as risk taking practice?  If we can’t take a risk in something as minuscule as choosing a fabric or paint or lipstick or a piece of art, what will happen when the opportunities for bigger risks with real rewards come along?

It seriously feels like she is talking straight to me.

I took the picture you see above while shopping. I think it was at Ralph Lauren, which is a very nice place, but not exactly a store I turn to for decor inspiration -- because, lo, I do not live in a country estate. I was waiting for the elevator, and it was taking too long, so I went down the fire escape and ohmygod I fell in love with the mismatched and imperfect framed pictures that look like they're about to fall on you because the space is tiny and the pictures are big.

It's not for everyone, but I was in love. I wanted the same look for my entryway, which is tiny.

So I've been collecting gold frames, fully intending to just hang pictures as I buy them and not worry about it being perfect, because, it turns out I like imperfect gallery walls. Now it's five months later and I have yet to make a hole.

Because I'm afraid of a tiny nail hole?

I am so ashamed. Where's my hammer?