A couple of months ago when I visited my cousin in Ohio, I came home with cat art--one drawing done in three different colors. I thought the three pictures would look cute in my workspace but turns out there is a thing as too much cat stuff in any one room. Who knew? The upshot being the pictures needed to find a new home.
Naturally, we left them sitting in our in-box, hoping they would miraculously hang themselves. When that didn't work out for us, I took charge this past Sunday and decreed it "Find A Home for the Cat Pictures Day."
We walked all over the house, holding the pictures up to various walls and getting progressively more angry at one another as we continued to reject each other's wall choices. Finally, we found ourselves in the rear hallway, me holding up the pictures against the wall over where we keep the litter box. The litter box (and wall) in turn are directly across the hall from our guest bathroom. So as you exit the bathroom, you are directly facing the wall.
"See? It's kind of funny," I said. "Cat pictures... litter box..."
"I'm not sure," said Blair. He walked into the bathroom and stood in the doorway, his back to me. "Okay, I'm in here, I've finished peeing, I'm coming out--" He spun around and stared at the pictures.
"You are a freak," I said, laughing. Then I thought about it. "Here, you hold these up and let me try it."
So we took turns pretending to exit the bath, deciding whether or not we wanted to see balancing cats upon exiting. We decided yes, we do. The cat pictures now hang there, happy in their new home.
If any of you need help evaluating your fine art and where to hang it, Blair and I are available for consultation.