You Will Go Up!

I love decorating sometimes.

I hate it when things go wrong, and I hate getting on ladders.

My husband has disabilities that can cause some distressing symptoms, which can cause him to unknowingly hurt me at night. Due to this, I needed a safe space to sleep and somewhere to focus on myself during the day.

Red alert!

I decided to decorate and personalise the spare room.

Everything went well, apart from my fear of heights. That was until I decided to argue with a hammer, nail and wall!

I tried for hours to get those oh so innocent guardians into my painted wall; you know, those tiny, shiny, mad things you hammer or drill into a wall, and viola!

Your picture is up to stay, permanently (or not!)

I hammered away for hours, but those tiny things called picture screws weren't having it, and using a drill and wall-plugs was out, unless you want the entire plaster to fall away.

Typical British Council Houses!

Anyway, after feeling hot, frustrated, and after almost losing my hands, I gave up, not on putting the pictures on the wall, but on those tireless little tacky things that had definitely lost their screws now!

In comes my wonderful husband with a lovely hot cup of coffee.

(Nope, I'm not greasing. I'm just trying to keep the heat under wraps, to avoid throwing this hammer at him out of temper!)

"Try carpet tape," he tells me.

"Yep; that'll work," I reply.

He storms out of the room, quietly laughing at me whilst I continue slaying the wall because I'm not one for letting things beat me.

An hour later, I'm still trying to bang this thing into the wall, and I'm still not getting very far.

"Screw this!" I snap.

I finally ask him for the carpet tape, though I'm not convinced this will work. My husband smirks at me as he passes it. He knows that if this fails, I'm never going to let it go.

I sit there, taking extreme care to peel the tape before it sticks to my hands. I carefully place four strips on the back of a picture, then I stick it to the wall.

It doesn't end there.

I spend at least 100 seconds holding and pushing the damn thing against the wall, afraid to let go in case it falls.

It stays stuck for the first ten minutes, though I'm not convinced it's going to stay put permanently, so I keep checking it and pushing it into the wall.

After about thirty minutes, I accept my husband is right.

The carpet tape has worked, and the picture stays on the wall.

Victory!

I had two more pictures to go, though at every moment I was hanging on to the thought that they were going to fall.

Two hours later, every single picture is still stuck to that wall!

I'd love to know why manufacturers have to make a simple task more complicated. I'm not sure I dare try this on a papered wall, and I'm certain that should I move the pictures, the tape will pull the paint away.

However, let's settle that, shall we?

The husband has won and proven himself right, but those pictures are to stay permanently fixed to that wall.

I'm not ruining a week's worth of decorating just to pull that room apart again.

I battled hard enough with the wallpaper because I kept running out of rolls on the last strip of the walls.

The walls are so far out in my room that I swear whoever built my house was taking the piss!

But;

For now, carpet tape shall be my new picture tack!