Remember the Instagram Butterly? Well, if you did, we finally got the butterfly on the wall. It’s actually been up on the wall for a few weeks now. Due to poor lightning (too much, not enough), I couldn’t get a descent picture so I decided to give you guys the best shot I could muster.
And here’s the break-down of the butterfly I’m talking about. I had this since my teenage days (I’ll be 31 this year). I saved it thinking I may have a little girl and I would want to decorate her room in Butterflys. It’s crazy how young I was to think such a thing. Now that I’m older, I really don’t think about what will happen to us 10 years from now! The butterfly picture frame was rocking a white-wash wood tone and purple trim.
At the time, I wanted to paint it all white to contrast the dark furniture in Chloe’s room. This picture makes me wish I kept the white wash wood, but what can you do. It’s already done! I started by taping off the plastic dividers that hold the pictures in the frame.
I hauled it outside to spray paint it with primer and white enamel spray paint…
…only to have it be pooped on by a bird.
Not kidding. I got most of it off before I snapped this picture. So I spray painted it again after I scrubbed the bird poop off and moved it to the garage. No bird was going to poop on my project again….
….but I guess I can’t hide everything from everyone. Because my husband ran over it with his lawn mower.
Not kidding. He has one of those zero-turn mowers that are huge and bulky. I keep telling him he needs to watch where he’s going but he says everything is hiding. I don’t see how this was hiding. It was laying in the middle of the garage floor! But after it was ran over he moved it to his trailer and that’s where this picture was taken.
Thankfully, all I had to do was take a wet rag and the tire treads came right off. I had Jeremiah hang the butterfly picture frame next to the window, to try to add some light/white to the dark corner.
Here’s what it looked like before.
And this is what it looks like now (on a dark cloudy day), because I didn’t want to wait several more weeks before I showed you this project.
I’m just glad it’s on the wall where it won’t be pooped on or driven on. All that’s left for the butterfly frame is to fill it with pictures.
Do you have a unique story with some DIY art that almost turned into a disaster?